Tonight for dinner, Connor ate 5 eggs. Yes, you read that right. Five eggs. That was in addition to two pieces of toast, a fruit cup, and a glass of chocolate milk. It is seriously insane how much he is eating! I’ve decided that instead of saving for college for the kids, I need to start investing so I can afford groceries when the boys are teenagers. Logan wasn’t too far behind C, putting away 3 eggs, 2 pieces of toast, and a fruit cup.
Connor and his eggs tonight reminded me of the time that he drank cup after cup after cup of ice water at bedtime. I genuinely thought he was dehydrated, so I kept giving it to him. It wasn’t until he excreted all 48 ounces of water at once all over his bedroom floor that he shared his real reason for drinking so much water. “I wanted to have a stomach as big as Santa Claus’.” he told me.
I thought maybe he was going for a crazy egg eating record tonight, but now, 2 hours later, it seems he was truly that hungry. For that I am thankful. I have a feeling that cleaning up the after effects of an egg eating fest would have inducted me into a parenting Hall of Fame that I have no interest in joining. The mere thought of all those eggs (runny, fried eggs, I might add) makes me shudder.