Little Boys

Exactly one week ago we found ourselves in an evening food emergency: we were out of all five food groups.  Those food groups being:

1. Fruit (As Grandma has noticed, Nate is basically a fruitarian.  Tangerines, bananas, strawberries, blueberries and halved grapes being his primary sources of sustenance.)

2. Crunchy peanut butter (I’m afraid to say that licking it off bread has been considered “a meal” on more than one occasion, including breakfast and lunch on the same day.)

3. Sauce (More specifically ketchup.  James didn’t think anyone on earth could be more into sauce than I am.  Then I had babies.)

4. Milk (Really the only thing we can’t live without.  Besides agua.)

5. Pasta (It’s the easiest thing to sell, but it must have sauce.  Most kids, myself included, prefer buttered noodles with cheese— mine won’t even let it touch their lips.)

Later that night around the dinner table, I proposed that little boys are not made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails, but more like spaghetti, peanut butter and barbecue sauce.  Jacob exclaimed, “I love snails and puppy tails!”

A sixth food group?