Hungry Ted

Blog, this is too much.

Of course Teddy wants to eat the entire universe.  He is a boy and he is growing so pretty much he should stand in front of the fridge all day with a funnel in his mouth.  Oh but by the way, food costs money, don't you know.  And this little flabberghaster skips all the live long day down the lunch line at his elementary school, piling on the what have yous.  And I keep telling him, Ted, honey, maybe you can limit it to ONE snack a second, and so on.  And he nods while he laughs all the way to the counter.

Of course, I get it.  Nobody likes to be hungry.  That's the worst.  And delicious treats?  Yes, I will have some right away.   Wait, delicious free treats?  Even better.  All Ted has to do is punch in a six digit number and hokus pokus! Fritos!

So just about every other day the money in Ted's lunch account runs out.  Apparently Helen is grazing on magic replenishing beans this whole time, I have no idea.  But the thing is that when he runs out of money in his account?  Well, there couldn't be a better alert system if the red cross were running the show.  I get an email, with an attached voice message that plays audio on the screen at the same time I get a text message at the same time oh, now... now, phone?  THIS THIS is when you finally decide to ring?  It's too much -- I need smelling salts.

And for what?  the same automated voice in EACH MESSAGE "Your student...Edward... has a negative balance of...six...dollars. Please replenish his funds immediately." I mean, there could be a tornado wrapped in a hurricane riding a monsoon and I'd be none the wiser but god forbid Ted doesn't have enough money to cover that last pack of Twizzlers.