Mexitalian

I came in the kitchen the other day to find Dylan eating grated cheddar cheese that had been put out on the counter. I asked Dylan if he wanted a quesadilla.

"No, I have my burrito," was his reply.

"What burrito?"

"It's in there," he said, pointing to the microwave. This is what I found:
And even though he used a plastic plate (a big no-no in my house) he did cover it with the microwave cover. Pretty impressive. Here's a closeup: He asked me to help fold it, and then he proudly ate his handiwork. Hey, whatever floats your boat.