Just one bite!

Mmmmm...Joe's Crab Shack.  Delicious.  I believe they might have the best crab recipes in the world.  Lovin' it.  We went there for lunch today and I consumed a giant dungeoness crab, enjoying every taste.  So why did I order my kids food?  Those little turds...all they wanted was to eat mine and Daddy's food.  I don't know why we ever actually order stuff for them.  Of course, intially they want something off the kid's menu, but once the food arrives their food just sits there, while they sit and whine for another bite of mine.  Why is this?  This happens not only at restaurants, but at home as well.  I can't eat anything without having to share it with the little vultures.  I swear, I can open the fridge with the kids playing outside, which you would think would prevent them from being able to hear it, but nooooooooo....here they come! 

Mommy, I want a bite! 

But is a bite ever truly enough?  Let's be real people.  One bite leads to two bites leads to three bites leads to finishing the milk in the bottom of my cereal bowl.  You would think that I would lose some weight with all of the sharing that I do on a daily, nay hourly basis.  I never get to eat anything by myself.  And don't even get me started on my dad, who lives with us too.  He is the worst culprit.  I swear, he sees me with ANYTHING and the first thing out of his mouth is, "Bite?"  OMG! 

The day I get to finish my own sandwich will be, well, after both kids graduate and we put dear old dad in the ground.  And let's face it, that's not gonna be for a long, long time.  I guess I should start buying bigger bowls for my cereal and bigger bread for those sandwiches.  Or, maybe I should just appreciate them helping me to keep the calories down.  Save some room for that nice big vodka soda with lime.  :)