I remember being a kid during the transition phase of having to ask an adult for food and being old enough to get whatever food whenever I wanted. I would occasionally sneak down into the kitchen when my parents were asleep and eat a tiny sample of all the adult foods I wasn’t allowed to have. A piece of cheese, a cookie and a chunk of roasted chicken from dinner. What a rebel.
on February 2, 2011 at 12:00 am