Yo, Elise, here’s the truth, let’s tear off the mask, Every meal’s a mess, like a whole crazy task! Forks and spoons? Nah, those aren’t in sight, It’s hands to the plate like you’re ready to fight. Food flying everywhere, it’s out of control, You eat like you’re starved, like it fuels your soul! And Teagan’s your shadow, glued to your side, Two peas in a pod with nowhere to hide. Every single day, can’t split you two apart, Joined at the hip, like a wild work of art. So here’s the roast, raw,...