A week ago Wednesday - this happened.
Got it?
Maybe not?
Is it still early for you?
If you know me at ahhlllll then you are gasping, “Huh?! Is that The Pirate eating…why yes…is he eating non-oatmeal?
Yes. He is eating non-oatmeal for breakfast.
If there is going to be a solar eclipse or the poles have switched their polarity I will let my bugs eat Sugar, Sugar and More Sugar with milk for breakfast.
Or maybe if I stayed up really late the night before.
Maybe I stayed up late because, oh, say I was talking the crafty pants off the other ladies at Girls Night Out.
How they tolerate me I’m not quite sure (perhaps their Christian sense of duty and endurance).
In my defense Miss Sarah’s clock has the unforgiveable habit of being snail-ishly slow.
ANYWAY.
The next morning and four hours of sleep later, even the idea of microwaving oatmeal left me feeling drained.
Ten minutes later the three jewels in my crown were polishing off their 5th bowl of Sugar, Sugar and more Sugar with milk on top. The whites of their eyes shone with insane glee. Occasionally among the slurps and crunches I heard grunts of pleasure.
Finally The Princess piped up, “I hate how they put all that stuff on the back of cereal boxes.”
Stuff?
“Like words and big pictures.”
Why?
“Because it makes you think, ‘Wow. They have to say all that stuff just to get you to buy it. It must not be that good after all.”
I don’t even…really? It’s only 7:48AM. Never-mind…are you saying you don’t want more?
The Pirate interrupted with a sigh of happiness and the rattling of a spoon in an empty bowl as he said, “And now I’d like my oatmeal.”