food

how to eat your food

Cami Kaos

27 Nov 2007

Every morning seems like an instructional video on how to eat your food in my house.

Every. Morning.

Pick that up. Put it in your mouth. No. Just sit there. Chew it. You have to swallow. Now put in another bite. WHY? Because you have to.

No, eat that too. You like that. Eat it. Chew and swallow.

Why? Because we have to leave for school in 10 minutes that's why.

I would have thought that by the age of 5 my child would have retained the mastery of how to eat, but apparently in the morning all that goes out the window.

My child... not a morning person.

(psst. neither am I)

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