An eating machine

Yesterday our babysitter, Ellen, commented that she had never seen a two-year old eat as much as Matthew had that day. Let me back this up by saying she has been taking care of children for 15 years and she has previously made the comment about Matthew three or four times. So the bar was set pretty high. He had a full bowl of oatmeal with strawberries for breakfast and then for lunch he had a full ham/cheese sandwich. As the other children were getting down from the lunch table, he was still asking for more and was starting to take food from the other children's plates. Then as soon as I got him home for the evening he told me he wanted to eat. So I made pancakes. We're not talking silver dollar pancakes, we're talking man-sized pancakes. I had two and was full, he worked his way through three pancakes. He's got quite the Buddha belly going.