When I emerged from the bathroom this morning, Little Guy suggested that I sit down and eat my breakfast.
“Eat my breakfast?” I asked.
“Mmhmm,” he said. “It’s on the table.”
“Did you make me breakfast?” I asked.
“Yes, I made you yogurt and granilla, and there’s more coming!” he said.
“Yogurt and granola?”
“Yep, I’m going to make waffles too!”
I thanked him and sat down to eat my breakfast. It saves me so much time when he makes it.
As I ate, I asked him if it was Valentine’s Day today. He said no, but to expect the same treat on that day, too. I asked why he decided to make me breakfast this morning. While he flipped waffles in the pan, he replied that since I had a long, busy day at work the day before, he would make it easier on me by making me breakfast today.
When I told the story at work, a co-worker said that I’m doing something right. I must be. At age 8, my son has compassion and a sense of caring for others.
I keep teasing him about when he’s going to make me dinner, and he says he doesn’t know. Maybe I’ll start asking for breakfast, instead. Breakfast rules!