(I wrote this silly poem when the big boys were little, about 2 & 3 1/2 yrs. old, I think, and I was just realizing how many hours of my life I was going to spend feeding them their favorites-of-the-moment!)
Daddy's cereal, Mommy's cereal with
Jude & John Paul's milk.
Pancakes with syrup, please.
Homemade mac and cheese,
Now that's what we call hungry.
Chocolate milk.
Yogurt in a cup,
Grapefruit all cut up,
Apple juice, red juice, any juice;
Snack mix- Goldfish, raisins, peanuts, no peanuts!
Peanut butter and jelly,
all in your belly.
Now that's what we call hungry.
Chocolate milk.
Lots of peas,
"Nohotdogs, pease."
Chicken in anything,
From Daddy's grill, everything!
Now that's what we call hungry.
Chocolate milk.
Do we have dessert?
Pinata candy,
Fruit snacks,
Melting popsicles leave summer tracks.
Now that's what we call hungry.
Chocolate milk.
