The Dog Ate My Homework...I Mean Dinner.

Kenny is a non-eater.

I mean that with total respect, but the boy eats the same amount of food as an anorexic super model on a diet.

But we have rules in this house and we enforce them with iron fists. One of these rules is that no one is allowed to eat nothing for meals. Ken and I have no trouble with this rule as is evidenced by our waistlines. And Nathan likes food. But poor Kenny is CONSTANTLY being reminded to eat.

"Very nice song, now eat."
"Yes, I like you spoon, now eat."
"Please stop screaming and eat."
"Heavenly Father made forks for a reason, please use it."

Yesterday I made tacos with ground turkey and whole wheat tortillas (we are dieting here). Halfway through the meal, Kenny gets up and pushes the empty chair next to him clear across the room. He calmly returns to his chair and resumes eating. I stare at him with a baffled expression that is often seen in this house but I do not speak to him because he is voluntarily putting food in his mouth and I don't want to jinx anything. About 2 minutes later, I notice him slowly scrap his ground turkey meat off his tortilla and ever so slowly, so as to not attract attention, place his tortilla in the now-vacant spot next to him.

But I'm a Mom and I see everything.

I casually asked him what he was doing. He politely responded he had moved the chair so that when he accidentally put his tortilla on table, Piper would have a clear space to steal his dinner.

I told him he is a very clever boy to have thought of such an elaborate plan.

Now put the tortilla back on your plate and EAT!