no one eats the same chili at my house

I fix the best chili I can But my family has to doctor it up One of my daughter adds cinnamon Something she learned When grandma accidentally used it Instead of chili powder My son has to dump a pound of cheese on the top My husband motions for him to hand the rest of the cheese over. The little one whines that he does not like chili Unless we have potato chips, which he uses instead of crackers. I fish a tiny baggie of chips out of the laundry room. I had been hiding it from his siblings. I cannot complain because at this moment I am tearing up sixteen jalapenos to go into my own chili. If I put them into the big pot no one else would eat. How we got this way is anyone’s guess. “Do we have any cottage cheese?” My other son asks. Apparently when he ate at Johnny’s house they put that into their chili.