After a lot of thought we've made a tough decision. We can no longer afford to keep Asher. He eats like a convict in from a long day on a prison farm field in the deep south. He weighs 34 pounds for God's sake, where is it all going? Is it physically possible to actually ingest your weight in food in the course of a day?
You think I'm exaggerating but I knew you'd think that so I took inventory today to prove my point.
Before we even left the house to take Aidan to school he's devoured a piece of cinnamon coffee cake and a rather generous bowl of rice crispies and then he bellows on the way out the door about, and I quote, "starving to death". We get home and he inhales another piece of cinnamon coffee cake, a package of fruit snacks, a chocolate pretzel breakfast bar, and a package of peanut butter crackers. Before the Mr gets home for lunch he has also eaten a banana, 3 mandarin oranges, 2 slices of colby jack cheese, and another package of fruit snacks. For lunch he eats 2 packages of sliced apples and a chicken salad sandwich. Then he takes a nap - or slips into a coma, I can't be sure - only to wake up and eat orange #4 and a plate of cheesy tuna casserole before running outside to play with the neighbor girls who ply him with Goldfish and girl scout cookies. Dinner was chicken enchiladas, tortilla chips, and guacamole followed by half a leftover bacon cheeseburger. Then he wants to know what's for dessert.
Yeah, you do the math. Be on the lookout for the PayPal Donation button on the sidebar any day now.