They are different

Evan, 6, is the cuddle master. He will throw down, any time, to get some Mommy cuddles on the sly. Ian, 10, is subtler, he will take a hand on his shoulder, hold a hand, and be satisfied. Two little people cannot be less the same.

Evan will fetch his own food. Hungry for snacks, he will find cookies or yogurt or pita chips. Yes, he will also leave the remains all over the bedroom, but at least he takes the initiative to feed himself. 10 is a different monster.

10 is the type to spend all day in bed in his underwear. He rather call my name 10,000 times then fetch his own glass of water. YouTube cannot be abandoned long enough to fetch one's own snacks. Complaints will continue until Mom collects some calories.

Now, tiny man wants chips and chili and bigger man wants a litany of foods I don't have. Someone may emerge from this happy. It is unlikely to be me.

May you and yours be well or better.

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