Dear Caden: Mud Pies!

Dear Jacob,

You love to run at insane speeds, jump off things (higher the better), squeal until your voice goes out, irritate the snot out of your brother by chasing after him to toot on him, laugh until you get the hiccups and eat. Oh boy, do you love to eat.

You pretty much will eat anything that is not faster than you are. You definitely have a healthy appetite and will usually request 2nds or 3rds during meals.

One of your 'chores' is to assist with cleaning up after meals. This includes taking your cup and plate to the sink and picking up any foods that may have fallen onto the floor during mealtime. You can frequently be seen eating said food that has fallen on the floor. I just try to convince myself that the attached extra germs are good for your immune system. So far you haven't contracted cholera, so I think I am okay.

You are a bottomless pit and will eat 24/7 given the chance. I typically oblige this and feed you equivalent to what a teenage boy eats. This fact makes me terribly afraid for when you are truly a teenager. I am currently accepting donations.

I received an interesting note from your sweet teacher today. Apparently, your tapeworm got the best of you while you were playing outside and you indulged yourself with what must've been a deliciously gritty and very dirty mud pie. I am told that many of your classmates joined in your celebration and had their own delicious mud pie. I am not sure what initially sparked your hunger pains, but I promise to try and feed you a more filling breakfast before sending you out of the house. I am just a bit saddened I didn't get a picture of you noshing on this mud pie.

Caden hit the nail on the head when he called you 'Meatball.' I love you my mud pie meatball.

Love,
Mommy