Every day I pick Jory up, he tells me he’s hungry and then proceeds to tell me his daycare doesn’t give him anything to eat other than a sandwich. He says that they don’t feed him breakfast though I hear them say, “Are you ready for breakfast, Jory?” when he walks into the house. I explained to him that if they didn’t feed him during the day then he wouldn’t be happy or playing when I come pick him up in the evenings. I also told him, I know how he gets when he’s hungry and it would be humanly impossible for anyone to do anything because he’d be crying, “I’m hungry.” These explanations didn’t faze him. So I decided, after a round table discussion of two, to ask him in front of his daycare worker what he ate that day.
In the doorway of the house, I asked Jory what he had for lunch. I knew he wouldn’t lie in front of one of his daycare workers.
He said, “A sandwich.”
“That’s it?” I asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
“What about the cookies?” his daycare worker questioned.
“Oh yeah, and cookies,” he added.
I was looking him in the face and there was no deception there, no teasing. It was like he really didn’t remember.
“Do you remember you had oatmeal for breakfast?” she continued.
Jory shook his head.
He had oatmeal?! He ate before he left home. “Jory, don’t you remember you had a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats at home?”
“Oh yeah,” he said.
His worker explained that she feeds or gives the kids something to drink every hour to every hour and a half, that they are on the same schedule as her bedridden aunt that she takes care of also.
I assured her, I knew they were feeding my son.
She then said with Jory standing there, that she would start reminding him what he’s eating and when he’s eating.
I nodded in agreement with this and we bid her adieu and went home with the knowledge that my son has food/meal amnesia.
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