As anyone with more than one child will attest, it is hard finding that much-coveted one-on-one time; but when one child rises particularly early and the other two sleep in, an occasional breakfast with said early-riser happens.
However, breakfast conversation with a soon-to-be seven-year-old boy is an experience unto itself:
“Mom, your egg looks interesting. And by ‘interesting’ I don’t mean I’d eat it or anything. What I mean is that if I was trapped somewhere and my only choice was eating my own leg or an egg, I’d probably go with the egg.”
“Mom, did you hear that? I think I figured out how to throw up in my mouth!”
“Oh, sorry, Mom. That was probably a burp I should have done in the bathroom.”
Quality time with my son . . . Though he challenges every aspect of decorum not to mention my own digestion, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.