Most Important Meal of the Day

It’s not exactly the picture on the back of the cereal box, with the toast and the orange juice and the coffee and all that, and have you ever noticed what a tiny part the cereal actually plays in that well-balanced breakfast?

Anyhoo, it’s not like that, not at all.

It’s like this: I've just gotten out the shower and I hear giggling and the pitter-patter (really more like the pounding) of little feet running away. And I notice a red plastic cup of shredded wheat has been left just inside the bedroom door.

About a week ago, The Bean was eating shredded mini-wheats for breakfast and asked if I liked them. I told her I did, very much, in fact. So she carefully got a small handful—the only kind of which she’s capable—and handed them to me as I was walking out to the car. A few days later, as I was actually getting into the car to go to work, she came bursting out with a plastic cup full of cereal.

And since then it’s become a semi-routine, with her even apologizing one night as I got home, as she’d forgotten to give me my breakfast that morning.

So I look down at the little cup on the floor and slowly peak around the corner and see bright blue eyes shining out from a mass of curls, all of which disappears in a flash with a shriek.

And then I hear the tell-tale slapping mixed with shuffling that tells me The Baby has also spotted the cup and is frantically making her way towards That Bright Red Thing Full of Stuff Which She Just Knows She’s Not Allowed to Have. And Top Management snatches the cup out of the way right before The Baby’s pudgy little fingers managed to close on it, and the outrage rings out oh so loud and clear. And I lift her up and blow on her belly and the outrage is replaced by squeals of laughter. And then I do the same to The Baby.

And that is not a bad start to the day.

Comments

[Julie]

So adorably cute. Enjoy while they still like raspberries on their tummies.