breakfast poetry
Monday, February 26, 2007
Becca always wakes up starving and is, lately, completely unmanageable until you get some carbs into her. Admittedly I didn't help matters this morning by commenting in passing, as I staggered to the shower, on her low blood sugar. Ooops. Noisy consternation ensued, the gist of which I attempt to reproduce here:
No no no NO, not BLOOD SUGAR, we DON'T EAT that! No, blood and sugar is not very nice! No no no NOOOO! It's not for EATING!
Thoughtful pause. In a calmer tone:
Blood sugar is RED!
I stand corrected. Not to say chastened. From here on in, we will prefer the more technical hypoglycaemia.
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