. . . the kids are starving before the end of the trip.
Not just hungry, but starving. And desperate. (You may remember the whole Pork Chop Incident with Micah when he was not even a year and a half.)
Today was one such day. I brought the groceries in the house, put the kids in their seats at the table, and went to the kitchen to get out the food for lunch.
Mara called to me. “Mom! Carissa’s eating the apples!”
Sometimes I can literally feel that humongous question mark hovering over my head, like in the comics.
The apples are in a bag on the table, I was thinking. And Carissa is in her high chair.
I’m walking back into the dining room as I’m processing this information.
Mara was right:
i think she’s hungry
What can we say to that? Good thing Mara was there! 🙂