It's no secret that despite the fact that only 4 children live in this house, there is almost always an extra one or three around this joint. It's not a secret, because I complain about it regularly. On one hand, I am glad that my kids are excited to have their pals over and that we are able to do it. On the other hand, feeding extra teenagers is not cheap.
Apparently, feeding the children is unusual around here. At our house, if it's time to eat, and your kids are here, they are going to eat. I even keep a couple of "safe" options on hand for my daughter's friend who keeps kosher, in case she is over and we are having ham and bacon sandwiches (OK we've never had that, but it does sound good, doesn't it?).
Why then do MY kids come home from their friends houses famished? (for the record, Abby has never come home hungry from her kosher friend's house.) Every time I have to pull something together because my kid was at someone's house at dinner, but didn't eat, I SWEAR I am going to stop feeding the neighborhood. But I don't. Cause I am a weenie.
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