One of the books that Sophia has had me read several times in a row at bedtime is “A Fish Out Of Water” by Helen Palmer. In the book, a boy buys a fish and is instructed by the store owner to never feed the fish too much, “When you feed a fish, never feed him a lot. So much and no more! Never more than a spot, or something may happen!” The boy winds up feeding the fish too much and the fish keeps outgrowing the various bowls and pots the boy uses to contain him. After the fish outgrows a swimming pool, the boy calls the store owner to help him.
Yesterday morning I was downstairs in the gliding/rocking chair with my feet up on the matching autumn nursing Lukas. Sophia was busy buckling her blue sock monkey in Lukas’ swing just in front of me when she told me, “Momma, no Lukas in swing.”
“I won’t put Lukas in the swing. I’m feeding him.”
“Momma, feed Lukas.” She said. Then she added, “So much no more!”
Maybe I should stop talking about how big the boy is. I shouldn’t routinely point out that he has rolls everywhere, and I should probably skip the part about even his rolls have rolls.