Our house has been a constant revolving door of teenagers, tweens, and kids. And with every revolution of that door, someone walks in hungry. It's okay. I did a major cosco run the week school ended. My freezer is stocked with pizzas, rolled tacos, popsicles, and ice-cream. I've also been on a baking rampage, so there is absolutely no food shortage here. However, there does seem to be a shortage of clean up help after that eating frenzy ends (hourly). Again, it's okay. I love having my house full of these kidos. This is summer, and I think that's what summer is all about. But today, after cleaning the kitchen for what seemed like the hundredth time, Gentry came into request her favorite, grilled cheese and tomato soup (even though she'd just eaten an hour ago). I sighed and considered my possible replies...
Gentry you just ate an hour ago, are you sure you're hungry?
How about you just have some left over pizza or a bowl of cereal?
Wouldn't you just like a bowl of chips?
In the end I decided to say, "Sure, babe". Because, you see, right now Gentry spells love G.R.I.L.L.E.D. C.H.E.E.S.E. But I hope one day when she looks back on her childhood she will spell love M.O.M.