Did you know that there is a law that is in direct contradiction with your personal liberties that says you are not at liberty to enslave yourself? Yet, we are encouraged to reproduce. If that gives you any sort of indication about what is to come, then, good.
Hunter was grumpy with me after I made the ill-thought out decision to give him the oatmeal he asked for. In his defense, he said "Mom, can you make me some sugar porridge" and handed me a packet of apple porridge. I saw this, after I emptied it into a bowl. I hesitated but gave it to him anyway.
"Mom, does that have apples in it?" He asked with slight confusion. "Yes" I answered, knowing full well what was coming next. "Oh, man!" He sighed and hung his head. I made him brown sugar porridge instead. But I got him a new spoon. "But Mom..." he sighed; and hung his head. I removed the offending cutlery and placed the bowl in front of him.
"Mom, can you get me some water?" He asked. "In an Ironman cup?" I checked the cupboard and saw that there were no clean Ironman cups to be found. "I don't have an Ironman cup, but will this (boring plain coloured cup) be okay?" I hoped. "But I want an Ironman cup!" He cried; and hung his head. "They aren't clean and you don't want a dirty cup do you?" I asked sweetly. He sighed. His head hanging low and his bangs danced on top of his porridge. "No." He said finally and I brought him water in a boring cup.
"Mom, my porridge is too hot!" He said sadly and then he hung his head. "You have to blow on it" I reminded him. "Ohhh," he sighed. "Can you do it?" And I stood there, wondering when I became such a gopher as to bow to a demanding three year old who had yet to say please or thank you this morning. Maybe I stood too long because he then took a bite of his porridge and said "Mmmm. This is real good Mom. You're so nice to me." And I wonder how they know when they've gone too far and need to make up for it; but I'm ever so happy that they do.
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