Yep, I mean Okwa Boy. Whom we here at FriedOkra Manor all call Bubba, much to his family's chagrin. But that is another story for another day.
Between Bubba, Bean and Peabody, they just polished off an entire can of Spam. Just the three of them! People, there's a LOT of Spam in a Spam-can.
Now at first, Bubba did do his parents proud by makin' all the appropriate sicky faces and gagging noises when he asked "What're we having?" and I laughed back, "Oh, it's your lucky day, dude! We're havin' Spam and taters!" (I'm already establishing the rep for bein' the slightly off-her-rocker Mom in the neighborhood, and you know what? If it was good enough for MY Mom? It's good enough for me.)
But when I insisted he at least TRY a bite of The Wonder Meat, OHMYGRANNY the look of sheer delight on that child's face!
I could tell we had us a SPAM convert halfway through the first chew.