We took the kids to a fancy dinner at Chipotle the other night, and Carter brought home about half of his burrito. I asked him about three different times if I could eat the leftovers for lunch, and he made me swear I wouldn’t because he knows me too well.

Turns out he was right to beg me not to, because he went to a birthday party today and I totally ate it. I was feeling pretty bad about the whole thing, so I thought I could make it up to him with a poem. Ahem:

I have eaten
the burrito
that was in
the fridge

and which
you were probably
saving
for lunch

Forgive me
it was delicious
so spicy
and so bold

Apologies to William Carlos Williams