I think one of the reasons I feel so strongly that it takes a village to raise a child is that I very much was raised by a village myself, or, as my mother likes to describe it, chosen family. One of the joys of this was that, in addition to “sort-of siblings” and “extra parents” I had a couple of extra grandparents as well, Mr. and Mrs. A. We visited them on vacations, spent July 4th with them often, and generally some of my happiest childhood memories were formed with these people.
Mr. A had a theory about digestion, that most scientists would tell you is false, but I think is true on a deeper level. He believed that people have a second stomach for dessert. This explains why, after eating a good solid meal and not really being hungry anymore (or, being too full to eat your protein or veggies) you suddenly have a hearty appetite when dessert is put on the table. This theory was good for vacations, although I don’t think us kids got away with the argument much the rest of the year.
Jesse’s birthday party was this past Sunday, and we have quite a bit of leftover cake. We’re also trying as hard as we can to get Jesse to consume extra calories so he gains more weight. So, apparently, after he was giving the “all done” sign for eating his peanut butter-infused oatmeal, James offered him some leftover birthday cake, thinking maybe he’d be able to tempt a few more calories into him. Although Jesse has never met Mr. A, he clearly got the memo about having a second stomach for dessert, because he devoured the cake.
Maybe I’ll ask my mom (or, better yet, one of Jesse’s extra grandparents) to tell him about having a second stomach. That sort of thing is probably better coming from a grandparent than a parent :)