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
that was in
you were probably
it was delicious
and so bold
Apologies to William Carlos Williams