Eating goldfish crackers is like breathing for little T.Puzzle. All day long he tells me he’s hungry and inevitably shouts ‘Goldfish!’ when asked what he would like for a snack. Of course I have many parameters around how much of these crackers he can actually consume. Usually it’s a once a day situation and if I’m feeling generous, I’ll let him have a second helping. After that, kid’s out of luck.
Our friend, Miss Cutie, was visiting. She was staying for dinner. Since the little ones were close to melting down as we waited for Mad Dog to return with our pizza order, I busted out the goldfish. Miss Cutie and T.Puzzle sat at the same table and I gave them a smattering of the crackers in their own, separate bowls. T.Puzzle inhales his in about two seconds flat.
“More goldfish, please!” he says.
I politely decline his request knowing the pizza will be arriving shortly. I turn to continue my conversation with Miss Cutie’s Mom.
“I did it all by myself, Mommy!” he shouts through a mouthful of goldfish.
He had taken Miss Cutie’s bowl and emptied the contents into his and was happily chomping away.
My Mom always used to say ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all’. Therefore, I’ll give little T.Puzzle an A+ for resourcefulness and I’ll leave it at that.