I’m living with a very hungry caterpillar.
I let my five-year old stay home from Kindergarten today, as this morning, her cold seemed to have swallowed her voice completely. In all honesty, a mere whisper troubled her.
Now, you might suspect, if you’re not a mother, or if you have normal children, that that would mean a quiet morning for me. But you would be wrong.
Not only has she been attempting to chat me to insanity, she’s also had me running backwards and forwards to the kitchen.
At 8:15 she ate (not just through but) a whole slice of bread with Nutella. But she was still hungry.
At 9:32 she sucked on a spoon of propolis honey which had been freshly bought, at the beekeepers, by her adoring and concerned mother at 9:16. Her eyes lit up like Pooh bears do when he walks past a hive…
After some squeaky persuasion, at 9:47 she munched her way through a bowl of honey pops, drenched in milk. But she complained, that she was still hungry.
At 9:59 her mother caved in and fed her a large, juicy strawberry.
Followed by a small tomato at 10:01.
Then at 10:15 she gulped down a glass of fresh orange juice.
Tormented by the jar of honey, she
twisted her mother’s arm encouraged her mother to spread her another slice of bread with the throat-healing cure. She chomped through that at 10:28.
Between 10:47 and 11:08 she munched happily on not one but five physalises.
At 11:12 she swigged back a glass of water.
At 11:15 she demolished a Guinness Record Breakingly large banana.
At 11:29 she gnawed her way through some cheese. But I suspect, that she was still hungry because at 11:45 she was already querying, “What’s for lunch?”
I think my hungry caterpillar is broken.
She isn’t getting any fatter.
Nor is she complaining of a sore tummy or feeling sick.
And quite frankly, there’s no evidence of cocoon building.
Unless, that is, you count her putting up the pop-up tunnel in the lounge yesterday…