Entry FeedI could eat my children. Easily.
When I was a teenager and babysitting, I often read Where the Wild Things Are, and when I read the line, "We'll eat you up we love you so!" I thought it was just a silly children's book.
Then, I had son one, and I bought a copy. I understood completely the compulsion to consume something (someone) that you loved so much! I used to nibble on his little toes; take pretend bites from his cheeks; and, steal his nose for a snack. There is a scene from "Friends" where Monica comments on little Emma's feet, and she could just put them into a pita and eat them up. I can relate.
When the kids were younger, after they had fallen asleep I would go and kiss them goodnight. They looked so peaceful! I couldn't resist a little bit of their baby-back ribs, or their chicken legs. I often wondered if they had nightmares where they were being consumed by a giant T-Rex.
Now, when I say eat my children, I don't mean in that gross "Cape Fear" way when Robert Deniro bit a chunk from that woman's cheek and spit it against the wall. That scene still haunts me.
I mean I could eat them up as if they were made of thousands and millions of delicious pieces of candy coated chocolate. Or cookies. Or pastries. Something scrumptious and sweet.
There are lots of theories about why Mommy Mammals sometimes eat their young (rabbits, mice, etc.) I've heard that the Mommies may be missing something in their diet, or scarcity of resources, illness, or death in the litter and they bite to try to revive them. Perhaps this is all true, or perhaps, like me, they just love their little ones so much! And maybe, just maybe, they don't have the self control we humans are capable of...
"We'll eat you up we love you so!"