The Snack
Parenting is hard. Ruining dinner.
It was hours before dinner when he asked me for a snack.
I told him, “Make it something small; by dinner I want your appetite back.”
He swallowed a box of fruit chews and devoured some Golden Grahams.
He ate a pile of peanuts, and munched on some cold ham.
Then he chewed some caramels, and licked a sugar cane,
nibbled on some berries, and requested a snack again.
"Mom, I ate some berries, can I eat something more?"
Believing this without investigating, it was now my mistake for saying, "Sure."
So, he lapped up an ice cream cone, and chomped a candy bar,
slurped down a pudding cup, and drank Koolaid from a jar.
Next, he snacked on taffy, banana I believe.
He finished off with peppermints.
No room for dinner did he leave!
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LittleWrenWrites
aka. Adele Pena
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