Big tum, bad bum

Bit of a scare today: When Mum picked The Boy up from school his teacher warned her that he may have bum troubles. The Boy's school had a chef come in to teach them about food. He made them all a massive fruit salad, but rather than take a little bowl like everyone else, The Boy basically pulled up a chair and started to dig in.

And this isn't the first time we've had problems with him and food either.

When he was seven-months-old he basically stole a plate of Fairy cakes meant for everyone at his cousin's birthday.

When he was turning two he ate so much food at TGI Fridays that he kept filling his nappies non-stop and had to be put in the bath, which he filled three times.

Then last Christmas, he ate so much at his playgroup's Christmas party that he was hospitalised. He vomitted for hours and became dehydrated, so had to go on a drip and spend the night in hospital. On top of that, he refused to take the liquid paracetamol so they had to push a pill up his arse.

And the thing is, he isn't fat, or even any of the euphamisms like chunky or big-boned. He's just a normal little boy except he can take on his own body weight in food like when you see a snake ingesting a bison.

But tonight feels like a reprive. He's just gone to bed without squirting all the fruit back out. Yet.