Didn’t we already have that?
When you’re sitting at the kitchen table for 16 hours a day…
There’s bound to be some degree of repetition.
Macaroni and cheese three times in two days?
Now, that is clearly acceptable.
God, I love summertime.
What’s not to love about it?
Envision a never-ending game of Hungry, Hungry Hippos, if you will.
With a pair of hungry boys instead of hungry hippos.
And with more food falling on the floor than is actually going into anybody’s mouth.
Kit Kat wrappers plague the dryer and trails of chocolate chip cookie crumbs create a path from the kitchen to halfway up the staircase .
String cheese wrappers and empty juice boxes hide alongside long-forgotten Halloween candy under their beds.
You always make us eat chicken!
(I can assure you that’s not the case. I am vegetarian, after all, and I’m not touching that crap any more than I have to.)
I don’t like raisins anymore!
(Halfway through a full box of raisins.)
Can’t I just have some cookies instead?
(The fridge, freezer, and pantry all look dangerously empty.)
You’re giving us water?!?
You hate us!
Enough, already! Get outside and do something!
But it’s too hot to go outside!
Hey, wait! Is that the ice cream truck?
We’re going outside!
Can we have some money?
You hate us!
Aw, man! We never get to eat!
And on that note…
Looks like it’s about time to feed the
animals precious boys again.
Chicken nuggets, anyone?