So, I basically have a house full of teenagers…OK, the youngest is 12 but she’s advanced for her age. And they eat. A lot. No…really. A shit-ton…that is the only true unit of measurement that communicates the amount of food they go through.
And what I find the most amusing about the food that I purchase for these little bottomless pits is that I regularly buy “Dinosaur Egg Oatmeal“. You know, the kind with the little sugar ovals that reveal candy dinos when the hot water melts them? The kind that is marketed toward 5 year olds? Yup. That is on our breakfast table and I can’t hardly keep enough of it around. It’s the first thing gone. Not the Wheaties, not even the Chocolate Chex…nope, it’s the dino oatmeal.
Proof that we never really grow up, I guess.