This morning for breakfast the kids decided they wanted oatmeal. Everyone picked their flavor and I set about adding milk and microwaving. Gloppy insisted on opening the packet himself, putting it in the bowl that he picks out himself and pouring in the milk. Fine. I put some milk in a measuring cup and let him mix it up himself. He then insists on carrying the bowl to the microwave himself, spilling a little bit along the way. While its cooking, he decides to run to the bathroom. He's still in the bathroom when the microwave dings. The bowl is hot, so I take it out and put it on a plate. That was my first mistake. He comes running in screaming "noooooooo, now I have to get a new one!!" OK, I put the bowl back in the microwave so he can take it out himself. Oh no, that won't do. He doesn't want that oatmeal anymore since I have ruined it. We start the whole process over again with a new bowl, new measuring cup and new spoon. This time he takes the bowl out of the microwave himself. After taking a couple of bites, he tells me he wants french toast instead.
My pediatrician thought this story was quite funny. I am sure I will too someday.