Jack is notorious for being an amazing eater. He's known to eat both Josh and I under the table on numerous occasions, and has amazed many with his super-toddler gastronomic capabilities. At restaurants he slams "kids" meals and eats circles around seven- and eight-year olds at neighboring tables.
Enter Thanksgiving 2009. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy, glazed carrots, cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, Cool Whip salads, seven-layered jellos--none of these classic Midwestern standards can capture the attention of the toddler-on-the-run. The toddler-on-the-run only requires simple prison fare: bread and water. Food that can be gripped in one's tightly clenched fist while climbing, running, cavorting and competing with cousins.
However, the toddler-on-the-run is never too busy for a bite of dessert. And as his sugar-loving-mama, I made sure to hijack us some carrot cake in case we started to have the sugar shakes when we got home. And, we did.
Enjoy.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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