While I cooked Sam’s dinner, I gave him a few Cheerios to play with and nibble on (throw on the floor). He had a blast throwing them and his sippy cup around, getting water and Cheerio debris everywhere.
Dinner ready, I sat down ready to feed him. My ever loving and giving son looked up at me and handed me his most prized possession.
A soggy cheerio.
This has happened before, but I’ve always found a way to get rid of it.
He stared at me, waiting.
I took the “cheerio” (soggy mush), thinking of ways I could drop it, as little bits of it started falling apart between my fingers.
I looked up…
I ate it.