For some reason, I woke up thinking back to when I was a child.  It appears that in those days, I made my own chaos and it was rather constant.  Between the ages of about 4-6, I had these “eating episodes”.  Once I ate a whole jar of dill pickles, I guess that I couldn’t eat just one or two or ten, I had to eat them all.  Then one day, my mother baked a cake and had set it out to cool.  She got a phone call and you can guess the rest….  My mom got off the phone and asked who had eaten the middle out of her cake (I guess I thought that if I left the outside of the cake, that she wouldn’t notice).  I said “I don’t know” (mind you that I was the only child in the house at the time).

Attack of…