The Bottomless Pit of Hunger

© shoutingforha

The boy has reached an important landmark in his growth. You know... the one where he consistently eats more than I do. I swear the child has hollow legs.

For breakfast this morning he ate a large bowl of oatmeal, a scrambled egg, half a bagel, some mixed fruit and a glass of milk. Yikes! The oatmeal alone would have been more than I could handle.

Most days, the boy returns from school and proclaims that he was just starving by the time lunch rolled around. I think he is trying to garner sympathy for his plight.

When the feeding frenzy first started, I was a little concerned by the amount of food the boy was eating. I didn't want him to become overweight. That is definitely not the case. His appearance can be described in one word... lanky.

This phenomenon seems to be fueled by the fact that my boy is growing at an alarming rate. We have a spot in the house where we mark his height on one of the door jams. It appears that the child has grown almost two inches in the past six months.

The height advantage I have over my eight-year-old has been reduced to a mere six inches. It won't be long until my neck is constantly cricked from having to look up into his freckled face. Sigh.

I recently read this post over on another blog where a mother was asking for advise about how to keep her three sons fed without breaking the bank. It made me glad that I only have one bottomless pit of hunger to feed.

It also made me aware that I need to keep the refrigerator and pantry well stocked for say, the next ten years.