Hunger

"Somebody stole my chips," Logan moaned, crumpling into the rocking chair beside me.

His teenage brother and a friend absconded with the chip bag and disappeared into the basement.

"You don't need any more," I told him, turning back to my computer.

"Yes, I do," he wailed.

He had been snacking all evening, both before and after dinner.

"No, you don't," I snapped, "Just stop eating!  Doesn't anyone in this house feed you?"

He was undeterred.

"But I'm gonna' thirst for hunger."

Kid, you're killing me.

- 13 November 2015