The little boys are supposed to eat dinner at their mom's house when they have visits there. Well last night D had to be at a thing at 6:30 and I had to take him. Normally the little boys' bedtimes are 7 p.m. (because they sleep 12+ hours each night). So I figured they would get to bed a little bit late, but not super late. They were both being whiny cry baby pee pants so before we left in the car I filled them each up a cup of puffs because frankly, there was no suitable cereal and I didn't want to walk down to the pantry to get it.

So in the car, Y eats all of his puffs and starts screaming and asking C for his puffs.

No one was at D's school, where we were supposed to drop him off.

So we drove around looking for the place we are supposed to go...and Y kept crying.

Got home at 7:15 or so, and put both of the boys in their chairs to eat.

Y proceeded to eat:
- an entire bun-length turkey dog
- probably about 1/4 cup of greek yogurt
- a whole graham cracker and then some
- peaches

and decided he was finally full. This child is 16 months old! I shudder to think of the amount of food he will devour when he becomes a teenager. Eeck!

So they got to bed at 8 p.m. last night. Yoiks!


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