August and my hamburger!

What is to be said about an emotional attachment with a plastic hamburger, complete with lettuce and cheese. When Zeb and the rest of the family go into a complete panic when the hamburger or any of its condiments are missing one knows there's an issue. The fact that he wouldn't even think about actually eating a real hamburger makes the attachment oh so painful for those of us trying to get him to eat something besides cheerios, milk, cheese and gold fish (the cracker). When will those love affair end, that is to be determined, until then we will keep great tabs on the -oh so tasty -plastic hamburger.