There is something just.....special about mornings with a teething toddler. He wants his mommy; he wants his "nummies;" he wants his pumpkin doll and his blocks. But the oddest of all, he wants his fish sticks while I drink my mid-morning cup of coffee.
I'm good with that. They're ready to go, just pop them in the nuker for thirty seconds, and they're ready for him to eat. So he can eat his fish sticks while I drink my coffee, and all is well.
And then he decides it's time to play his fun new game: FEED THE MOMMY. That's right. After a nice long sip of vanilla caramel flavored coffee, there is polluck in my face. Yum.
I think I am going to bake muffins tonight so he can have a MUFFIN for breakfast tomorrow. Having a half-chewed muffin shoved into my mouth sounds somewhat more appealing with coffee than a gnawed fish stick.
....kids........
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Oh, Goodie! I get to leave the first comment! I think Jack is trying to tell you, "Mommy....coffee=BAD......delicious, healthy fish=GOOD!
Out of the mouths of babes....true wisdom comes!
For the record, he also tried to get me to eat poop. I don't think it counts.
lol
Mommy Poop is recycled!
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