They named her \"Pan\" for her appetite,
a constant quest of tiny fists and teeth.
She reaches, fearless, for a world of flavors,
one olive rolls, she pins it triumphantly.
Sticky oatmeal paints her delighted cheeks,
a palette of morning chaos spread wide—
crushed blueberries drip down her fingers,
her laugh erupts like a kitchen volcano.
She examines broccoli like an archaeologist,
green trees uprooted in her bold excavation.
Garlic whispers sharp secrets on her tongue,
while lemon puckers her face into surprise.
A single pea, held like a polished gem,
slides between her lips with careful pride.
What wondrous creature eats boldly, unbound?
Our pantophagous toddler devours the earth.
But it’s more than eating—it\'s her first love,
a communion with flavors beyond boundaries.
From olives to the humblest grain of rice,
she devours the unknown, makes it her own.