Eli says this probably 50,000 times a day.
I'M HUUUUUUNGRY!
Followed by these noises and acts of complete randomness. You would think I never feed the child. That he's literally starving. Rolling on the ground. Holding his body. I keep waiting for the convulsions.
I will offer what I can ...
Do you want goldfish?
no
Do you want some ham?
no
Do you want some cereal?
no
Do you want leftover chicken?
no
OH MY HELL child ... then go make something on your own! You are 11. You are capable.
I turn around to this ...
WHAT IS THAT?
A sandwich.
Okay then ... glad you figured it out.
2 comments:
Ok - that's just nasty! To be 11!
Well hey, that's the sort of ingenuity you can expect from a teenager. I did stuff like that, too, back when I was in school. I was a culinary genius!
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