The Stars and the Cookie Jar

What does a nine-year-old boy eat?

Anything he wants.

This is posing a bit of a problem, as I've spent $80 in groceries since I've been here and I can't keep doing that. He just keeps eating my food. I have nonperishables in a locked cupboard, but my diet doesn't actually include a lot of nonperishables. He ate two pounds of cherries, a pound of grapes and three nectarines, all mine, over the weekend; this is not cheap stuff. He wanders in here -- my family shares a several-level house, ostensibly cut into private apartments -- while I'm at work, and he picks the fridge.

I can't do my marketing daily, because of work, doctors and transpo issues.

Help...

Oh, but I love my new store. So shiny. So clean. So well-fucking-trained.

And the people put the money in your hand.