Following a week of eating super-rich, Christmas-related meals and snacks, the boy said he wanted some haute cuisine. And by haute cuisine, he meant lunch at IKEA. So we got our usual: mac and cheese with veggies for the boy, and Swedish meatballs for me. We shared a chocolate truffle bar, but I ate most of it since the boy confessed to me that he doesn’t really like chocolate truffles. Sometimes I don’t even know who this kid is.