Someone to Feed Me

It’s a quiet Sunday Morning.

I was right outside cleaning the car with the vacuum while my husband was mowing the grass.

The time was about ten minutes to noon.

All of a sudden I hear an awful scream from the house and I run in.

My son is near the door.

“Who is going to feed me?” He demanded.  “Someone has to make sure I’m fed.”

Now he did have breakfast and a little snack so I know he’s not starving.

So I make him lunch and give him some chocolate milk.

He smiles and looks at me.

“Mommy, you really are amazing!”

That made my day!

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