It isn't often that I get to sleep in. Actually, it's next to never. This past Saturday was one of those rare occasions.
R (the 5 year old) was up at his usual 7am. He's like an alarm clock, or a human rooster. He's up and talking out loud to wake the rest of us at 7am EVERY DAY. Only I wasn't having any of it. I turned over and hubs got up instead.
D (the 2 year old) stayed snuggled next to me, all warm and cozy on a frigid morning, until about 8am. Then we both got up. Well, he got up and went to see what the others were up to while I turned on the television to see what was going on in the world other than the usual Nick Jr. cartoons.
By the time I mosied downstairs, about 45 minutes later, the boys were in the midst of their morning coloring, arguing, playing, fighting. I asked if they wanted breakfast. R proceeded to inform me that they already had breakfast - gummies and goldfish. Excuse me??
I turned to hubs, dear, pushover hubs, and just looked at him with a "why did our children have gummies and goldfish for breakfast" face. You know the look.
He said, "I didn't know what to give them for breakfast. You were asleep. R asked for gummies. D asked for goldfish. So I gave it to them."
I didn't know if I should knock him out or bang my own head against the wall. He didn't know what to give them for breakfast. The man eats breakfast almost every day. He does the food shopping and knows where the waffles, pancakes, eggs, cereal, bread are kept.
I'm no fool. And neither is hubs. And, apparently, neither are my kids. They know when and who to ask for gummies and goldfish . . . and actually get them.