Ravenous

Baby Brioches, you were hungry this morning.  I had a morning meeting and I forgot to grab a Nutrigrain bar so you were not happy.  I could tell because you were either kicking me, or writhing from low blood sugar.  I grabbed a dollar after my meeting and went in search of something from the vending machine.  But you were saved by the group fruit basket.  And so we all had a pear, perfectly ripe, and we were happy.

But then...I went to lunch with Uncle Jeremy and Aunt Amy.  And you were still hungry.  And before I knew it, I had ordered one chocolate shake, one basket of chicken tenders, and one swiss and mushroom hamburger, medium well of course.  And they came with a side of fries.  Which I proceeded to eat, dipped in ranch.  All of it.  Except half of the burger.

You stopped kicking me.  Perhaps because you are too full to move.  You are lying there, like I wish I were, waiting for the food to digest.

Well done, cherubs, well done.