This morning, Oliver ate:
Spaghetti
Tuna with crackers
An orange
Pretzels
Craisins
and
A peanut butter and jelly sandwich
All before 10 am.
At 10, he asked me to make him a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup.
I did, he ate it all, and then said he was still hungry....
At which point I knew that what he really needed was not food, but this:
Now here I am, 9 pm, and I just ate a bag full of cashews, Craisins, almonds, and chocolate chips,
But who is here to make me go to bed?
