The Frug has been away this week and the natives are positively feral at this point. Even cheerful 12 is quiet. Oh how I wish his surly brother would be as silent.
This morning I woke up a bit early. I know, me wake up early? When the Frug is gone, I have a hard time sleeping b/c I’m worried I’ll sleep through the alarm and eff up the morning routine. ANYWAY, since I had some time, I decided to make scrambled eggs and toast for my darling angels. Breakfast on school mornings is usually a quick affair since we have to be out the door at 7:10am. So, I thought I’d give them a nice breakfast today instead.
Sarcasmo comes down the stairs and sees what I’m doing…
Sarcasmo: OMG, that better not be for me!
Sarcasmo: I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS BULLSHIT. “stomps back up the stairs*
Otis: *drools* More for me!
How is this bullshit in any way, shape, or form??? Someone cooks you breakfast, you eat it, right???
I should know better. Really, I should. There have been morning where he stomps down the stairs and stomps right back up saying he is running late so he can’t eat. So, I will make him a bagel that he can eat in the car. His response to that is generally one of two things:
“OMG, I JUST BRUSHED MY TEETH! I CAN’T EAT THAT!
“OMG! IT’S COLD NOW! I CAN”T EAT THAT!”
Stubborn boy will go hungry just to “prove a point“…what point that is, I do not know.