Jack: Mom, can I have some lemon blueberry bread?
me: Yes, but don’t forget we’re going out for breakfast…
Jack: I’ll still be hungry! (he of course eats two pieces with milk)
(later at breakfast)
Jack: Egg and cheese on toast please! (inhaled within a matter of minutes)
me: Did you finish?
Jack: Yep and almost all of the juice too!
Uncle Michael: (noticing Jack staring at his plate of french toast) You want to try some?
Michael: (just slides the plate over and lets Jack eat) Sigh… I’ll go order another plate.
me: What do you want for lunch?
me: Well, maybe we should have a sandwich??
me: Fine eat the cereal. (he eats it)
Jack: Can I have another bowl?
me: Go ahead. (I’m not in a fighting mood. I make myself a huge salad)
Jack: I want salad!
me: Really? After all that? Okay, here you go.
Jack: (eats most of it and runs off to play)
Dennis: Jack, want to go to the pool?
me: I’ll pack some snacks. (2 bags of Annie’s crackers and a plum)
Jack: That’s it?
me: Just eat it and don’t worry about it. We’ll have dinner when you come back.
Jack: I want the BIG cheeseburger.
me: He’s making me ill. Jack eat some veggies and dip.
Jack: I already did! (talking with a mouthful) Can I have a cookie after. And milk?
me: You still have room? Geez..yeah you can have one. One!
Jack: (eats it quickly) One more?
Jack: Just one more…
me: (I chuck another cookie on his plate) Here. Then you are SO done.
Jack: You’re the best!
me: And yet we’re still surprised that 50% of your free time is spent pooping.
3 thoughts on “Gluttony, thy name is Jack”
Outstanding. Your final line was exactly what I was thinking: “Man, this kid must poop a lot.”
You both got it exactly right! 🙂