Now that The Mister is back at work, Mikey often complains that he misses their early morning breakfasts. So do I (mainly because it meant I wasn’t making them), and one night after dinner I casually mentioned to The Mister how making breakfast, the easiest meal of the day to prepare, gently sucks from my soul the will to live. There is something about matching cereal with fruit so early in the morning that I find as complicated as balancing chemical equations. The Mister just looked at me and smiled, those inscrutable eyes of his giving nothing away.
The next morning, I stumbled into the kitchen and found this.
I think he left the cereal box out to mock me.
A breakfast of cereal and fresh cut strawberries for the boys prepared by The Mister before leaving for work. I called him immediately, of course, thanking him for helping me in such a simple but thoughtful way.
“Oh, you’re welcome, but it was for Mikey.”
“Well, I mean, for you too, of course. Ahem. But Mikey told me he missed me making him breakfasts so I told him last night I was going to figure out a way where we could still have breakfast together.”
I see. Most likely Mikey missed eating breakfast before noon, but that’s neither here nor there.
Not to be outdone, one day Mikey woke up even earlier than usual, and after laying with me for a while in bed said, “Mama, you don’t have to worry about breakfast today. I’ve got it under control.”
I stumbled into the kitchen and found this.
It didn’t escape my notice that Mikey’s version of breakfast also includes an old bag of candy, scissors, a crazy straw, and a plastic golf club wrapped in duct tape, which makes cereal and fruit a tame combination by comparison.