My eight-year-old son has been eating me out of house and home. Apparently he's growing.
"Mama," he said today, "I'm starving!"
"You just ate an hour ago," I replied.
"Yeah, I know. But I'm starving!"
I looked in the refrigerator and noticed that our food supply was on low. "Okay. Time to restock. Let's take a little trip to COSTCO."
For those of you who may not have a COSTCO in your neighborhood, it's a, 80,000 square foot warehouse building that sells bulk everything - food, medicine, furniture, TVs - you name it, it has it. The nice thing about COSTCO is that there are always employees giving free food samples. You can actually get enough food to equal an entire meal. It was the perfect place to take my famished son. While I shopped, he snacked.
When we were done, he gave me a satisfied smile. "Mama, I wish we lived here."
"Because then I'd never have to starve."