My big punk told his aunt "boss" last week that Mommy never cooks supper for him, that she stops at Wendy's everyday and gets him some nuggets and fries and cheeseburgers. I disputed that immediately and even called him on the phone and demanded that he come clean. He started talking about digging or shoveling or something like that and my complaints never actually got addressed. I'm not sure I convinced anyone that he was not being honest.
I stop at Wendy's and get him something to eat once per week, usually the night that hubby goes to bible study because he's generally leaving very soon after I get home with the boys and I don't really have time to throw him a meal together. I do not, when I stop, buy everything on the menu for my punk. (I'm too cheap for that even if I wanted to. I don't even by him his own meal. He has to share with his brother!)
Keep that in mind when you look at these pictures of my baby. He is not starving to the point that he's begging for some cereal. He is squalling and demanding that someone get him some Fruity Pebbles because he can't seem to work the already open bag even though he can open my make-up, my deodorant, and a can of spackle he found in the garage today. He has at that very moment waiting on his table a plate of pork, mac and cheese, and carrots. He does talk hubby into giving him the cereal.
Okay, maybe the plate wasn't on his table but it definitely was waiting on the counter for him, cooling. Ten minutes later he was standing on his chair eating a lollipop the size of his head. If you know anything about my children, you know that is one big lollipop.
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