"Please, Sir, may I have some more?"

I guess the most obvious place to start is with my blog title. Food don't grow on trees? What's with that, right? Well, a few mornings ago I was standing in front of three highchairs with bleary eyes and an aching back feeding my munchkins what I thought was a delicious and nutritious breakfast. Suddenly, as if they had predetermined a cue, they all started flinging french toast cubes and blueberries off their trays and onto the floor. Now, I am not one to shout at my babies very often...but this was too much. Don't these little hellions know how much food cost these days? Are they not up to date on the mess our economy is in? Do they not notice Mommy NOT getting dressed everyday to go out to a "real job?" And if they don't notice, surely they can hear grandma intoning everyday "Get a job! Get a job!" I think they just don't care. Seventeen month olds can be self-absorbed that way. Out of nowhere it came out of my mouth, obviously passing my brain without collecting $200, "Food don't grow on trees, you know!" Thank goodness they don't have a firm grasp on the English language yet so they don't notice mangled cliches or botched grammar or just plain faulty logic. Blueberries and french toast kept landing at my feet. I started laughing....Food Don't Grow on Trees, indeed.