The Eater

I tend to run in the 4-8th percentile weightwise, and as a result, no one would suspect from looking at me that I'm the kid who loves to eat in the family. Mom made a chicken casserole tonight. While big brother gagged at the sight of it and big sister picked a little off the edges, I wiped out my first plate. Dad came home from work late tonight, and I insisted on having another bowlful and another roll. While big brother prefers food that belongs between two slices of bread or comes out of the microwave, I love to eat home-cooked meals.