Short (on Patience) Order Cook

I don’t remember my parents racing around the kitchen, checking to see if we had all of these items that my son regally requests each morning. I remember breakfasts being one of two things:

1. Whatever the entire family was having, which could consist of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon; or a bowl of cereal with fresh fruit; or oatmeal, Quaker Instant Apples and Cinnamon.

2. Whatever I could scrounge up from the pantry while my mom was at work.

   (there is actually a third option, but that came later)

3. I went without and waited until lunch. (I can be found sometimes doing this today, since for some strange reason, I’m not a breakfast person)

I generally have to stifle a laugh when he starts in, because I know he’s not going to eat half of what he’s requesting. I know this because the first time I actually made the lot for him, and he only ate the pop tarts. (Shut. Up. It was for science…and to see if he’d actually eat it all. HAHA, joke was on me!)

This morning was no different. He found me on the sofa, huddled in the warm glow of World Cup Soccer on the TV, and even though I was doing my best to hide amongst the sofa cushions, he began in with his usual morning request:

“I Want Toast, and Chicken Nuggets and French Fries and Pop Tarts…and juice. For breakfast, okay, mommy?”

“Okay, son. Whatever your little heart desires.”

While he trotted off to the office to begin the first of many moments of annoyance for his older brother (one currently in progress as I type…) I padded into the kitchen to whip up his culinary request.

When I placed the plate of waffles (Eggo, natch) in front of him, I expected to have a Mommie Dearest moment, but reversed. So imagine my surprise when he squealed in delight, and said:

“My favorite! Waffles!! Thanks, Mom!!”

Another satisfied customer…until tomorrow.