I hate them already, but what happened this morning solidified those feelings immortally in my brain. Rophone buys fruit snacks on occasion (yes, he knows I dislike them, but I'm no Hitler!), and Big seems to be a bit addicted. When fruit snacks are in the house, he tends to have a one track mind about what he wants to ingest.
Anyway, Big awoke this morning at about 5 am. (lucky me) and I kept telling him to go back to sleep. At about 6 am I had to endure what was probably only 5 minutes, but felt like 5 hours, of Big yelling, "Fruit snacks! I need fruit snacks!" The stuff of nightmares (if only I could get some sleep, that is).
Is it bad that at times like those I dream of the empty-nester years?