Baby Brother is a little notorious for not being able to feed himself.
I remember when I lived at home, and he’d emerge from his room at 3 pm asking “have I eaten today?”
Usually that answer depended on if you counted Mountain Dew as food.
My mom and I call him “the boy”
As in “Kalin, I’m going to the store. Make sure the boy eats before he leaves”
or “Mommy I told the boy to eat but he just had a soda”
While he was here I worked at feeding the boy, so that my mam wouldn’t worry.
His first morning here I asked him what he wanted for lunch. (He had refused breakfast, so I moved on to a new meal).
After a few suggestions I said “pancakes”
He went “can you eat those for lunch?”
(I asked if he wanted white or whole wheat flour. He laughed)
I had a quesadilla
(I started cooking the beans for this meal at lunch time. Baby Brother stared, and asked “What are you doing?”. Then, when I started making my tuna he asked “but what about the beans?” and I had to explain how beans take a longggg time to cook. His. Mind. Blown)
Post race (RECAP COMING SOON, RIGHT BABY BROTHER?) we went to Three Square Grill
And since I’d forced him to eat before the race, and he ate some of the provided food post-race he ate THREE times that morning.
My mommy would be proud.
Do you have family with funny eating habits? Baby Brother is the only one in our house who would forget to eat. Because really, who DOES that?