Dog Food

What is it about dog food? Every time I turn around my son has a mouth FULL of dog food. He looks like a little squirrel storing up for the winter with his cheeks all puffy.

I've been reading everyone else's blogs and checking my email and what do my ears hear rattling around in the kitchen just a few feet away? Noah's little hands in the dog food bowl. Oh geez.

I walk into the kitchen saying (in a mean Mommy voice), "You better not be in the dog food." And he looks at me, offering me my own dog food treat as his little hands are gripped around several dog food kernels with his arm extended. "You want some, Mama?" his little face says to me.

"No thank you, Son. Give those to me," I say as I begin to pry open his now clamped tight lips because "This has happened before", he says, "She's going to take away my treat."

So what is his retraction to my one hand squeezing his cheeks together making his lips into fish lips and the other trying to pry my pointer finger through the barricade of eight viciously sharp teeth? A tantrum.

He immediately throws his head back, body going limp.

"His head is going to hit the tile hard," I quickly think.

So I soften the blow by grabbing his arm quickly, lowering him slowly to the floor.

The tantrum is still occurring.

He is now flopping around like a fish out of water crying. "No Mama. Not my snack!! They're so tasty!"

Now I'm thinking, "He's crying. He's going to choke."

I roll him over onto his side and roll him into a crawling position. I maneuver my fingers through that barricade of teeth now gnashing at my finger ready to gnaw it off. I scoop out eleven pieces of dog food drenched in a nice saliva marinade. He's crying and convulsing now because his treat is official gone-gone.

What is the deal? I guess it's pretty tasty. I mean, Kibbles, Bits and Bits was one of my favorite snacks when I was a tot. Now I'm not kidding. He must get it from me.