“I’m hungry” he whines.
“Well, what do you want?”
“What do you have”
“Let’s go look” (me)
Open freezer
“I have cinnamon roll waffles.”
“NO, I want that.” (Morgan pointing furiously)
“You want a frozen pot roast?”
“No MOOOM (stretched out teenager style) the baggie on top.”
“You want a baggie of frozen spaghetti noodles for breakfast?” (Why I ask I don’t know)
So into the microwave the noodles go.
5 minutes later …
“Mom, do we have any sauce?”
“What kind of sauce?”
“Tomato sauce of course.” (With the Duh mom inflection.)
Noodles and sauce back into microwave.
5 minutes later …
“Mom, do you have any meatballs?”
“No, no meatballs.”
“Not even the ones in the bag?” (It’s a bad when you’re now 5 year old expects meatballs from a bag.)
“Well Mom, can you make some?”
“No, I’m not making meatballs. Just eat.”
20 minutes after noodles and sauce are consumed.
“Mom I’m sooo hungry.”
Can’t wait to see where we’re headed now. Must sign off to feed child again.
Life With Boys 
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