One of my favorite things to do in Kansas City, besides go to the prayer room at IHOP, is to sink my teeth into a Chipotle burrito. It’s one of those places you don’t have to deliberate over what to order: you just know – there is no deviating from the tried and true chicken fajita burrito with all four salsas, no beans, cheese, lettuce, and sour cream. Well, I didn’t think it could be done, but over the last four days I have discovered a burrito whose ingredients actually top my staple at Chipotle: that’s right, I’m talking about none other than the much-anticipated Bobo Burrito! This Burrito’s so packed with hearty cuteness he makes your eyes salivate just lookin’ at him! I used to think that working at Chipotle, while not exactly a career ambition, would be kind of nice – what with all the savory goodness you’d have free daily access to. But wrapping this little Texan fireball into a swaddling “burrito wrap”  satisfies, yea – far surpasses, every secret longing to be gainfully employed by a fast food  Mexican grille. At this point, our “Little Burrito”, one of the many affectionate alternate names for Joshua Aidan Kelly, does little more than sleep, eat, poop, cry, and get his diaper changed every three hours or so….but at each of these three hour intervals, mom or dad gets to pretend we’re Chipotle employees and fashion Baby Bobo into another bundle of snuggly glory. Just one of the many unsung perks of parenthood we’re coming to discover. – Jason