My sweet girl Maggie must think she's neglected. She's not. But lately she's been coming up to me while I'm cooking dinner or feeding the boys and making this really pathetic face where she shuts her eyes half way and looks really desperate and says "Mommy, I have some food? Pease? Food?"
Yeah. She asks for food. Not a banana or cheerios, or fishy crackers or stuff she used to ask for. She asks for food. It sounds so horrible like she's starving to death or something. And when I ask her what kind of food she wants, she'll put her head down on the floor or the table and just repeat "Food, Mommy."
Bless her. I feed her all day long. Really.