If I made an inventory of issues I imagine I’m good at, issues I’ve excelled at in my lifetime, it will learn one thing like this: planning events after which partying at them (oh, how I really like occasion); making salads; studying books for very lengthy stretches (that should depend, someplace as a ability); and, what I feel is probably my biggest accomplishment, feeding kids. The truth is, I’d put that on the prime of the record. I’ve been doing it for what looks like ages. I fed infants and toddlers, pre-teens and hordes and gobs of youngsters. I’ve made them pancakes and lasagna, peanut noodles and tray after tray of chocolate chip cookies.
However then right here’s my youngest youngster, humorous child that he’s, and I spotted in the future just a few months in the past that he was consuming out greater than in, gorging down pizza and sandwiches and burritos and extra egg, cheese and bacon sandwiches in per week than most individuals eat in a 12 months. I tease him, and surprise out loud if, when he walks into the nook market — the place the place all the children go for egg sandwiches – they name his title and cheer? Have they got a sandwich ready for him on the counter day-after-day? A particular chair, perhaps? He eats that many egg sandwiches. (A word about these egg sandwiches: they’re very, excellent. However what number of takeout egg sandwiches ought to one 17-year-old eat in a single week’s time? A pair? 4?)