Maggie is gaining a reputation among our friends here. When I arranged to drop her off with another family one evening so Bill and I could have a grown-up meal, I asked if I should pack her a brown bag dinner. "No no," said this mom. "She's so agreeable, it's just easier for her to eat what we're eating." Which is a nice way of saying Maggie is a garbage disposal. People have stopped eating snacks in front of her, because even if we've just had something to eat, she'll gobble up entire packages of things. Carrots, tofu cubes (which she calls toad food), pretzels, curried peanuts; these things disappear before the other kids can get a word in edgewise. Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful to have a kid who's not a picky eater. It's so easy to just give her half of my green chile pizza or some mediterranean salad at a restaurant. And to not have to think about cooking two meals or dumbed down meals at home. But geez, kiddo, show a little restraint!
