|Audrey Hepburn having breakfast at Tiffany's. Things are a little less glamorous around here.|
So it happened, that the other morning, I sat down at the table to eat my breakfast, with only Catherine still there. As soon as I took my first bite, she reached at me with one grubby little hand and said, "naaaa," with an inflection that I know means, "napkin." What a tidy girl. I got up, and got her a napkin, and watched as she wiped her hands and face.
As soon as I took my second bite, Cate pushed her plate over to me and said, "More, please." What a polite girl. I got up and got her more.
A few bites later, I was summoned to mediate a disagreement of some sort, by a bellowed call of, "Mom, make him stop. He's trying to stick his toes up my butt!" Neither tidy or polite. I got up and separated them. The children. The toes and butt had worked themselves out before I got there.
A few bites later, I was again summoned, this time by loud shrieks of pain. I was informed that an injury had been suffered and death was imminent. A little anti-bacterial ointment and one Buzz Lightyear band-aid later, my patient was as good as new.
But, breakfast was over. It was time to get everyone out the door for the morning school run. All I wanted was to eat one lousy bowl of cold cereal. Is that so much to ask?