One recent morning in the drama that almost always occurs trying to get a certain little boy to eat his breakfast, that little boy asked for Daddy's favorite for breakfast. Unfortunately, Daddy was not home to help interpret and so I probed further trying to please him so he'd eat breakfast before heading off to school...
Me: "Oh yeah, what's Daddy's favorite"
P: "Sea weed"
Me: "Oh, really?!?!" Thinking, yeah right, you're Daddy isn't adventurous enough in the area of food to even think about trying something that eccentric (see Daddy's favorites and notice sea weed is definitely NOT there). And, also thinking, what in the heck does he mean.
So, we head to the pantry.
Me: "Show me Daddy's favorite"
P points to the box of Shredded Wheat and I totally get it. Add the last two bite size pieces (who leaves only two bite-sized pieces in the box? We're still trying to figure that one out) to the bowl of Apple Cinnamon Cheerios and Voila! Peyton is eating his breakfast without sea weed and another morning of near chaos is averted for the moment.
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