Caleb, hungry for breakfast,
Ate his five bites of chicken and zucchini,
Then happily switched to bread and butter.
Abraham steadfastly refused,
As I had expected.
I told him I expected to be finished
By maybe 2pm, but not much before—
There’s only so much a girl’s stomach can hold.
By ten, he came in and laid face-down on my bed.
“Are you ready to eat?”
“I guess so,” he said.
I’m pleased to see that the edge of his stubbornness
Is a limit not too far.
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