Domestic Oblivion

I remember being a teenager and eating A LOT of food.  For a few years I was swimming both before and after school, and that can make a girl a bit peckish.  Like walking in the door from practice and eating an entire meal’s worth of leftovers while waiting for dinner to be ready, and knowing, just knowing that I would indeed perish from hunger before dinner was done sort of peckish.  My mother yelled at me to close the refrigerator door.  Often.

We’ve reached the tip of this teenaged eating iceberg here at Chez Star.  Every time I see Mason, the kid is surfing the kitchen or pantry for something to eat.  And it doesn’t really seem to matter if he’s just eaten, he’s still hungry. 

Last weekend we made the mistake of taking the kid to run some errands, right after lunch, without packing snacks.  The trip suddenly became like dragging around a cranky, hungry 2 year old.  Only worse, because his verbal and reading skills are better than most 2 year olds.

So, as we drove around town, we got a running commentary about every restaurant, fast food drive thru and grocery store. A constant moaning about how hungry he was (close to death in his estimation) and how awesome and delicious each and every business would have been.

The best moment came when we passed the new Subway.  “Subway!  Are we stopping at Subway?  Aw, man.  I love Subway.  I could eat a Subway right now.  You know what would be awesome?  If mom owned a Subway.  That way, I’d get to eat free Subway all the time.  That’d be awesome!  Free Subway…….”  We were then treated to a few minutes of silence while Mason fantasized about free sandwiches.