In the past week all three strapping boys have had to have their weight checked. Although close in age (the oldest boy was still 3 when my youngest boy was born) they are at extreme ends of the scale….literally, as evidenced by their Goldilock type reaction.
Big Bear: “I can’t weigh this much, this scale must be wrong.”
Medium Bear (Johnny): “WOW, 84lbs! No wonder I eat too much!
Little Bear: “YEAH! Look, I weigh 45lbs!!!” “See, Mommy, someday I am going to weigh 50,” says the soon to be 8 year old!
Mama Bear: (Thinking what poor parenting is causing the tipping of the scale ):
Big Bear, here is your organically grown carrot sticks. Now wash it down with your deliciously cold, organic milk!
Medium Bear, I know you will enjoy organic chicken breasts, seasoned with lemon juice , which, of course, was imported from an organic orchard via jet so as not to loose it’s freshness. Yes, yes, that’s what I will feed you.
Baby Bear, my little bear, here is your bacon sandwich, with fresh avacado, a glass of whole milk and for your side, yes, my Little Bear, a Stick of Butter. Now, eat up and make good on your genetic disposition to chunkiness!
EEEH, who am I fooling, Chicken Nuggets and Fries for everyone! Of course, it will have to be eaten in the car, cause we are going to be late for swimming!