After a brief rain shower, Mama took Junior out for dinner.
Junior squawked frequently, fully expecting Mama to feed
him a bug she'd just plucked from the lawn.
Ignoring his protests, Mama went on her way,
hopping about the lawn, her baby following,
not realizing he was supposed to rustle up his own bugs.
The little ritual of cutting the adolescent's apron strings
seems to be the same, it's just a matter of when
the kid begins to snag his own bugs.
Ramen crickets every day, anyone?