A few weeks ago a new pizza place opened and my boys were begging me to go. We finally went but I made the mistake of going right at noon. The cool thing about this place is you can order a whole pizza pie or just a slice. We opted to order one slice each. When we arrived the wait was 35 minutes for a slice and 45 minutes for a pie. Finally after much waiting our slices came.
They were huge. Huge is an understatement.
We chose to sit at a family style table with about 6 other people sitting near us. Brandon snarfed down his slice of pizza before I even got half way through mine. Poor Codi took a while to eat because the pizza was so big he couldn't lift it off the table he could only slide it off the end and take a bite.
It was all fun and games until Brandon started going off about being hungry. I was flabbergasted. How could he still be hungry? This slice of pizza was huge. I didn't know what to do. By now there was a 45 minute wait for another slice of pizza and I was on my lunch break there was no way I could order him another slice of pizza. Then things got bad. He curled up in a ball on the chair and clutched his stomach and started saying,
"But mom I'm starving and you won't even feed me any more food and I only had one slice of pizza and that's not fair. I'm so hungry."
Then he started doing this weird grunting, whining noise and just totally losing his shit about being hungry. I calmly asked him to wait 10 minutes for his stomach to process what he just ate and he would be fine. I explained that there was no way I could wait 45 minutes for another piece of pizza.
That is when it happened. The lady next to me turned around and said,
"Your poor little boy, he is obviously starving, should I give him half of my pizza?"
Before you accuse me of being an asshole please look at the size of the pizza.
I was dumbfounded at the lady. But more dumbfounded when my son sat up and shouted, "YES I WANT YOUR PIZZA."
I almost died.
I politely said no thank you and thought it was done.
It wasn't. Brandon got louder. He kept going on and on and on about being hungry. Told me I was awful for not letting him have that ladies pizza. Slid back down and clutched his stomach again and just started moaning. The lady picked up her knife and actually started cutting the pizza in half. She started telling me how she really didn't mind, and how she couldn't finish both of her pieces and that she just felt so bad to see this starving little boy.
Brandon again said YES.
I wanted to bonk him with my paper plate.
I again explained to the lady that no my six year old did not need her food, that we would be heading back to my work soon and I had plenty of food there.
Then Brandon started saying that his mother hadn't fed him all day.
I looked around at that point for the hidden cameras because this had to be a fucking joke right?
I reminded him that I had cooked him eggs and bacon that morning, he had a gogurt, a lunchable, a cheese snack, juice, chocolate milk and chips.
His response, "yeah mom, that is barely anything."
I finally gave in and gave him the other half of my pizza which he hoovered in about 2.5 seconds.
Then he started up again.
"I'm still hungry. That's only one and half pieces of pizza, I can't get full on that mom. Moooooom I need more food."
The lady made one final offer and before I could reach over and smack her Codi got sick of listening to Brandon and finally told Brandon that he was full off of 1/3 of his pizza and that Brandon could have the rest of his.
That one took him about 4 seconds to eat.
I threw away all of the plates, made them wash their hands and left.
At that point I was drained. I didn't know how to feel that was a huge slice of pizza. Was I a bad mom for not ordering another?
Then I heard it, "mom…I'm still hungry, do I get a snack now."
You guys, I swear to God I wanted to list him on Craigslist, "free to a good home, must have large refrigerator."
Was this child kidding? I mean…in reality he had just eaten probably close to a medium size pizza if you combine all of those slices together. I finally had to explain to Brandon that it was totally unacceptable to make a scene like that in public. He didn't understand. He said there was nothing wrong with his behavior, the problem wasn't him it was that I wouldn't feed him.
From there we drove to my husbands work so I could drop off the boys for a minute and go to the DMV. Seconds after walking in Brandon announced to my husband that he was hungry.
The lady ended up laughing at me. She said she had three boys at home and they would eat dinner, put their plate in the sink and then announce they were still hungry. She also told me this would only get worse and this was only the beginning. Either way, I felt like crap. I felt like the whole table was staring at me thinking I was some terrible mom who didn't feed her child and couldn't even afford to buy another slice of pizza and who didn't even love her child enough to buy him another slice of pizza. Followed by walking into my husbands work and having them all think I didn't feed him and just brought him to his office starving like a bad mom.
What would you do in that situation?