Leggo my Frozen Breakfast Pastry.

“Shouldn’t  that be toasted? Or heated up at least”?

“Don’t you want warm butter and syrup on it”?

“Maybe a smidge of whipping cream or a sprinkle of powdered sugar”?

“No” he says. And he takes it out of the packaging and eats it. Cold.

Frozen more like it.

After that, he asks for some cheese. “The kind that’s a square. And orange”.

After that he wants a pickle.

Now he is snacking on Goldfish Crackers.

Will he ever stop? Doesn’t his tummy hurt? Isn’t he full?

No.

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