"Life is short. Eat dessert first."~Jacques Torres
My son is a true believer in this. Apparently.
He started crying at 6:45AM. I stumbled out of bed, went to his room, picked him up, went back to my room, and stuck him in bed with me to try to coax another half hour or more out of him.
At 7:15AM, he woke up again. STARVING. I threw him {gently} over the side of my bed thinking that he would follow me into the kitchen as I made his breakfast. He didn't.
After making his cereal and yogurt, I went back to my bedroom to see what the hold-up was. It seems he couldn't wait for me to MAKE breakfast.
There on my wood floors sat a small boy, legs out, hand in mouth...with a container of Golden Oreos perched on his lap. He gave me this look like, "Well? Something had to be done. My tummy was rumbling."
