This morning, I got tasked with breakfast duty…
So, I looked in the fridge: no eggs, some milk, some pudding…
Then in the freezer: “Hey, look there are some skinless Turkey Sausage Links. Awesome!”
Then in the pantry: A box of Rice Chex with maybe one and a half bowls of cereal, a box of Honey Nut Cheerios with maybe 1/2 a bowl of cereal in it, and a brand new, just opened box of Frosted Mini Wheats.
I was perplexed: “What to fix?” I hate feeding the kids cereal, but that was looking like my only option…
So while the little monsters played in the backyard, I cooked five sausage links in the microwave.
Then I corralled them long enough to sit them at the table (having the movie Cars on helped, to be 100% honest)
So I sat them down.
Jack got a “big bowl” or Rice Chex.
Grayson got a tray full of Honey Nut Cheerios.
Then I brought over the sausage. Grayson chowed down on it. Jack hardly touched it… but it’s gone, so either the dog climbed on the table while I write this, or the kids ate all of it (I can’t touch the stuff… I hate ‘turkey’ anything that should be made with pork or beef).
Then I ate a bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats.
As I was finishing up, I realized Grayson was saying “more… more…” with his hands, so I stood up and walked around the table to him.
I tried to feed him my milk-soaked Frosted Mini Wheats. He wasn’t sure about the first one, but…
After he got a taste of the 3000mg of sugar on top of it, he wolfed it down, and started going nuts saying “MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE” really really fast.
So, I shoveled one Frosted Mini Wheat from my bowl to his tray, and I was obviously moving too slow, because at one point he pulled a total John Candy on me (actually, it was a lot more physical, like Chris Farley). He held his arms up horizontal with the floor, and with his fingers pointing all different ways, he pointed violently, but specifically at my bowl of cereal, and let out a very clear “MORE DADDY!!!!”
So, I got three Mini Wheats out of the bowl, and he wolfed them down before I could get the next three out.
And he was funny too. He’d pick one up, determine that it had too much milk, shake it a little, or tap it on his tray until it had just the right about of milk sogging it to the perfect consistency, and then he’d pop it in his mouth, chew precisely 2.3 chews, and then swallow. On each Mini Wheat.
I love being a dad and experiencing these fun little parts of the day. I just hope I don’t forget all of the fun times… and I have the feeling that there are a lot of them to go in this journey we call life.