My boys are 7 years apart and my weight would fluctuate 15 pounds depending on where they were/are in the whole “this is how much of my restaurant meal I’m going to eat today” scale.

When they’re young enough, a few pizza crusts and a fry or two off your plate is plenty, but soon they want to order their own kids meal — of which they take one bite, gobble the fries and pronounce themselves full. Of course you have/get to finish their meal. Then they get a little older and not only do they polish off their own plates, they start sneaking bits off yours and their brother’s — time for an adult meal! (of which they eat about 1/2)

Then they turn into teenagers, and anything that isn’t bolted down ends up down their not-so-little-anymore throats. Including my meal.

Sigh…