November 08, 2003
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...
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