...is a weird statement because it was Monday and I usually don't start sneaking humans into my babes lunch until Friday, when we're running low on groceries, obvs. (Soylent Green, anyone?)
"What are you talking about, T?"
"The Moses that you put in my lunch. I didn't know what it was, but then I saw the carrots and I figured it out."
Aaaah, I see. Moses = hummus.
Kids (humans, not baby goats) never know what the hell they're talking about or what they want. Or maybe baby goats don't either, I don't know. But the point is, their brains aren't fully developed so they are complete idiots and they say and ask for ridiculous things.
So Ronan, I don't know how he manages to sustain the energy it takes to transform into The Kraken. I don't think he's eaten dinner in at least a week. He doesn't like anything because apparently he'd rather eat his own boogers than anything I could possibly make. Hell, he even tried to eat homemade playdough but won't eat a sloppy joe.
I made tacos this past weekend and it had all the goods: sautéed onions with ground turkey, black beans, corn, lettuce, sour cream, cheese. I legit made an effort to make bombass tacos. Titan eats eat. I eat it. Even the baby eats tacos. Ronan? Nope. Won't eat them. Why? Because he wants me to put freakin' strawberries in his taco. Not doing it. Not a chance. I made bombass tacos and if you don't want to eat it the way I made it, then forget you. So he didn't eat tacos OR tacos with strawberries.
I know we often wonder to ourselves, "Why do I even bother?" We try. We try so hard and at the end of the day our babes don't even care one bit. They somehow figure out how to survive on CheezIts and boogers. Whatever. Got one more day in the bag.
And the wines gone. Why is the wine gone?
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