My Son, My Squirrel

I’m spending a lot of time and money at the grocery store lately. It seems my former picky eater has developed the eating habits of a teenage boy, which makes me wonder if we should begin saving for his 16-year-old appetite in place of his college education.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m ecstatic that he’s finally eating and even willing to try things that in the past if suggested would have offended him so deeply that he would turn down the entire meal.  No longer does the world come to a screeching halt if one of his foods touches another food. Anders’ chief concern is getting the food off of the plate and into his belly as quickly as possible. I’ve considered replacing his fork with a shovel (a threat I’ve made during similar phases in the past), but I can’t seem to find one that matches the rest of our silverware. I’m looking at you, Crate & Barrel.

Clearly he is going through a growth spurt and I’m happy to see him through it even if it means sharing my beloved Golden Graham’s with him, but there is one thing about his eating habits that has left me equal parts amused and annoyed. It seems Anders has developed some squirrel-like habits.

It started with a granola bar hidden under his pillow. Then there was a missing loaf of bread I later located in his toy box and I can’t forget the package of deli meat I found under his bed. (That one smelled.) It appears my son is stocking up for a long winter.

He’s not only doing so on the sly. He’s also doing it in plain sight. This morning at breakfast he put four of the eight biscuits we prepared on his plate. When I asked him why he replied, “I just want to make sure I get enough. I’m really hungry, okay?”

I made him put two back until he finished the first two, but inevitably all four biscuits were consumed along with his bacon and eggs.

I hope in the near future he reaches a happy medium between refusing all things and eating fourths of everything, but in the mean time it looks like I’ll have to make regular sweeps of his room in search of perishables.

Anyone else have a kid eating them out of house an home?

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