By Wynter Pitts
“Mommy,” my daughter said casually. “I bit my finger today.”
“Oh no! What happened?”
“I was biting a Cheeto, and well… I just kept on biting it!” She said as if it was a very normal thing to say.
Pause.
Laughter.
Followed by more laughter.
This is a hilariously true story and a word for word conversation held with my middle daughter.
She stood in front of me with a band-aid wrapped around her pointer finger and explained the details of her recent Cheeto eating adventure.
Kaity and I have something in common, we love food. Not just for survival purposes but for the enjoyment. We tend to savor Every. Single. Bite.
Often at dinner, my husband and three other girls will beg Kaity to stop picking tiny pieces off of her muffin or drum stick and to just “take a bite!”
It is rather interesting to watch how long she can make a biscuit linger.
Bite by bite she is determined to enjoy every single morsel.
And then, she bit herself. Her own finger, she nibbled and nibbled on something delicious until it no longer existed…and the humor is she was so enthralled with her enjoyment that she did not even realize it was gone.
Humorous indeed.
Or is it?
I’m sure if you and I were to sit and think long enough, we’d agree that we have been there…may even be there.