I’d always heard horror stories of the bottomless pits that teenage boys have for stomachs. My friends who have older children have intoned, “Just you wait.”
I think the wait is over.
With an 11-year-old and a 9-year-old, it seems food is flying out of the house as quickly as I can go to Brookshire’s to restock.
Last night was the boys’ first night home after a spring break trip. They asked for a veritable feast of hot dogs and hamburgers, so I got out the grill and fired it up. I had purchased a pound of 80/20 hamburger meat, so I made four patties, about a 1/4 pound each. I’d planned on bringing one leftover burger to work today for lunch.
The 11-year-old ate three of them – on a bun, with oven-baked fries, THREE. After the second, I cautioned him about being hungry, waiting a few minutes, listening to his stomach, etc. So he waited…and was still hungry. I couldn’t believe it.
Meanwhile, little brother was the hot dog king, devouring three as well, on buns, with oven-baked fries.
I couldn’t believe it. No leftovers. Not a single one.
Then they ate a cookie. Then the 9-year-old ate a banana.
Where do they put it all? Where am I going to get it all?