Well that’s one way get your daily allotment of between 10,000 and 20,000 specialized erotogenic nerve endings of several types for those that had their’s lobbed off.
I live in the middle of nowhere in Europe and all is true except the outside picture and the fact that there isn’t anything to walk to (except if you want to take a 20km hike trough a forest to get to the city, and then do another 20km back)
I’m In middle of nowhere north east amarica and replace walking through a forest your climbing hills steap enough to be considered cliffs, and you have my childhood. It amazes me that I biked all that just to visit a ice cream stand.
My first wife didn’t make her son eat anything he didn’t want, but he had to try it, once. Worked out.
It was sometime around then that I learned, and realized, that kids have different taste buds. They make Oscar Meyer wieners bland on purpose.
My kids? Scrawny little fucks won’t eat anything. At all. I don’t know how they function. It’s like hugging tiny skeletons. But, that was me as a little kid. All the adults frustrated as hell with me.
Yeah, my kid doesn’t eat that much as well… which is weird, cuz neither his mom or me did that when we were young. I mean, we didn’t overeat, but we did eat regularly.
Now that I think about it, my mom fed me blended meals till the age of 4. I was lazy, didn’t wanna chew my food 😂. And she fed me meals while I was playing or watching TV till about I was 5… yeah, he’s not that different from me 😂.
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