Thursday, July 17, 2008

Ode to a Dib

I think I have a problem
That I can't seem to stop
These things are SO good
They go POP POP POP
Into my mouth, there the magic begins
First, a crunch of chocolate then ice cream seeps in
My husband tries to convince me not to as I shove in some more
My little boy cries "MOM, you've eaten fifty-four!"
Out of sixty...they were supposed to be his
An intervention is needed, I am getting REALLY big
I think I have a problem
And I can't seem to stop

7 comments:

Katherine said...

that is so cute! it should be a commercial. i am feeling better about my pizza and couch time now :)

Jen McD said...

never tried em' - but I'm tempted by the clever poem!

gina marie said...

Jen...don't do it!!! STAY AWAY! No good can come from it, not even just one dib. Trust me.

Katie said...

I had to come check out the ice cream poem. Love Dibs!

Anonymous said...

I haven't tried them, but can tell that I better stay away. I'm sure I could empty the box in no time. The kids always know when the sweets in the house are gone.......Mom ate them. I'm with you, sister, keep them OUT!

Katherine said...

While this poem's intention may have been to warn people away, I haven't stopped thinking about how I wanted to try these. So, I bought them, and they are awesome, but Gina, did you know that there are 27 grams of fat in one serving? Never mind how many grams in 54 pieces! Macie LOVES them, and she tries to grab as many as she possibly can in each of her tiny hands. Then runs away to eat them. Then comes back, chocolate running down her chin saying "Mo?" When I finally set the limit, saying NO MORE, a tantrum sets in, and time-out shortly follows. Thanks alot. Life will never be the same. ;-)

Christa said...

I've never tried Dibs but I am going to now!