Derek sat at the
kitchen table eating donuts and cakes and cream pies. His mama stood at
the sink washing dishes. “Derek, if you keep eating all that junk food,
you're going to get fat. Why don't you eat carrots and apples and other
He pushed a
cupcake into his mouth. “Mama, I don't like apples or carrots. I love
cakes covered with vanilla icing and filled with cream and nuts.” Derek
ignored his mama's warnings and kept eating food that wasn't good for
One day Mama
went to the laundry to wash the clothes. When she got home she gave
Derek his pants. “Change into something nice, Derek. We're going to Aunt
Sylvia's wedding tonight.”
“Will they have something to eat there?”
Mama shook her
head. “I'm sure they will. Get dressed.”
Derek picked out
his nicest pants. He put his legs and tried to pull them up. They didn't
fit. He couldn't pull them over his tummy. “Oh no! My pants don't fit.
Mama, what did you do to my pants? They've shrunk.” Derek kicked the
pants across the room.
Mama came into
the room. She picked the pants up. “The pants didn't shrink, Derek. You
got too fat eating all that horrible food. Now your pants don't fit.
I'll have to run to the shop and buy you another pair that's bigger.”
Mama folded the pants up and put them in a box. She left Derek home
while she went to buy the pants.
Derek stood at
the kitchen window watching his mama drive away. “I'm not too fat, am
I?” He looked at the table. There sat a half-eaten cake, two thirds of a
peach pie, a bottle of cream with only a tiny bit left, three cupcake
wrappers and a nearly empty box of donuts. “Maybe I do eat the wrong
things. Maybe I am too fat.” Instead of eating another sweet, he picked
up a banana. “I'll try eating better.”
home his pants and they fit him nicely, but Derek didn't like that. He
didn't want to be fat any more. That night at the wedding, Derek drank
some water and nibbled on a few nuts, but filled his plate with melon
and chunks of pear and apple.
When they went
shopping, he told his mama to buy fruit and vegetables and no more
cakes, pies and cookies.
A few weeks
later Derek saw his pants folded in the box. “I wonder if they fit.” He
put them on and pulled them up. “They fit! I'm not fat any more!” Derek
ran into the living room and showed his mama. “Look, Mama. I can fit
into my pants. I am glad I am eating vegetables and fruits. I am glad
I'm not fat!”
Now and then
Derek ate a cookie or a piece of cake, but he never ate too much!