Gut Rumbles

November 08, 2003

little shits

Quinton and Jack were up at 6:00 this morning wanting something to eat. I bought some blueberry muffins at Kroger's yesterday and they had been eyeing those things all night long. That's what they wanted for breakfast.

So I popped two for each boy in the microwave to heat them up and poured two tall glasses of milk. They had a feeding frenzy. Then they went outside to play and I decided to check my email.

Within ten minutes, they were back in the house complaining of hunger pangs and requesting bacon and eggs. I cooked bacon and eggs, and they had ANOTHER feeding frenzy.

We had pizza last night, and they demolished a medium pepperoni and cheese on Domino's original crust. They each had a piece of pecan pie for dessert and ate a bowl of popcorn while we watched a movie on HBO ("Scooby-Doo." ARRRGGGHHH!). Then, they fell out asleep on the couch around 11:00 last night.

So far, I am out one medium pizza, damn near a third of a pecan pie, one bag of popcorn, four blueberry muffins, half a gallon of milk, four eggs and half a pound of bacon. Lunch comes next.

Neither boy has an ounce of fat on him. If I ate the way they do, I would weigh 500 pounds by the end of the month. Of course if I PLAYED the way they do, I would need the county EMS to come retrieve my heart-attacked ass from the front yard. I wish that I could syphon off some of that boundless energy they display and inject it into myself when I need it. That would be better than amphetamines.

Bejus! They've set up a scoreboard in the yard for the football game they're playing now. I count six kids out there.

I need to check my peanut butter and jelly inventory...


Ahh, to have their metabolism !

Posted by: siso on November 8, 2003 09:22 AM

Sounds like you'd better make a grocery store run. Buy in bulk.

Posted by: Andrea Harris on November 8, 2003 09:31 AM

You know you're in hog heaven right now, loving every minute you share with Quinton. Quinton's making his memories, just as you once did at his age.

Children are our National Treasure.

Posted by: Ms Anna on November 8, 2003 09:40 AM

what is it about boys that age that they eat, leave the table and then return starved to eat again? My 11 year old is killing my grocery budget!

Posted by: Chaos on November 8, 2003 09:51 AM

You are scaring me. I have two little boys- 1 is four and the other is 6 months. What the hell am I in for when they hit 9, 10 years old?!

Posted by: Michelle on November 8, 2003 11:06 AM

Just wait until they weigh 200 pounds and bring a couple of team mates home with them to eat after football practice!!! THEN you'll see a grocery bill! ;)

Posted by: Indigo on November 8, 2003 11:59 AM

My sister's two oldest boys are twelve and eleven and play football and hockey. When the two hit the kitchen, it's as though a hurricane went through.

Posted by: Juliette on November 8, 2003 12:05 PM

Well, my boy is 6 and he can demolish a plate full of scrambled eggs and ham and 20 minutes later ask for a snack, cuz he's hungry.

Talk about the hollow leg, hehe. And he is skinny too, the smallest one in his class. But from the way he can put away food, you'd never guess. Wish I had the same metabolism!

Just, damn.

Posted by: Gina on November 8, 2003 10:51 PM
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