Well, today proved the point that kids prefer the boxes to the toys in ‘em. Well, not entirely, ’cause my little snot bucket didn’t get the toy inside this box. Mainly because the toy was my breakfast! Awwwww, bad dad, why didn’t you share you ask? Ptha I say. I did. Well, in fact I made her her own bowl full of tasty porridge and chopped dates and raising and apple bits. And her’s was all nice and warm. Mine was a cold bowl of Dorset cereal. Not that there’s anything wrong with the cereal, but no sooner had I finished the hectic spooning of porridge into my tot’s mouth – you know the way it goes – spoonful in…..”yes” cries dad in victory……tot looks around, thoughtfully chewing, wondering what to point at next…..points….utters her syllabul of the day “mmmmbbbbbbaaaaa”……dad looks around frantically trying to figure out what tot is pointing at…..is it different food? is it a different to? is it another utensil? is it her blankie? is it….oh what could it be? tot looks more and more peaved and syllabuls get louder…..mouth refuses to open for anymore food…..on hunger strike till dad figures it out. C’mon dad….there’s only a limited number of things in the bloody kitchen……just start bringing them to her one at a time…..my tot though would be the one who wants dad’s hot cup of coffee….can’t have that pumpkin it is hot and it will burn you…and besides you have enough energy without caffeine coursing through your tiny circulatory system…..oh bloody hell, she isn’t giving up…mouth still firmly closed to more food, hand batting spoon away. dad hides coffee, distracts tot with best silly face and peekaboo game….phew….crisis over. okay. let’s concentrate…..eating now…..spoon……spooon…..spoooooon…….spooooooon……last one….big mouth…..spooooooooon…..phew. job’s a good ‘un. she ate her breakies. dad’s turn. no, not yet. mop tot face. pull her out of high chair….strip off bib….get tot food all over freshly washed t-shirt and jeans….oh Fu….erm i mean damn (none of that language in front of the kids please). Phew. put tot in front of magnetic fridge gears, turn to kitchen counter, open box of cereal……”MMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAA”……whaaaaa….geeeeez you scared me half to death pumpkin, what is it? Oh. you want dad’s cereal? still hungry? well, it is organic….suppose it’s okay for you…..spoon deftly batted away (yeah right they have no fine motor control)…..nope not the cereal.
“MMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”. Oh. The box?, you want the box…….”mmmbaaaa” grab the plastic bag of wholesome grains and fruity fruit from inside the lovely”mmmbaaaa” purple box…”mmmbaaaa” scatters cereal everywhere “mmmbaaaa”…clean up later……”mmbaaaa mmmmbaaaaa mmmmbbbbaaa”…hand to tot. Little tongue sticks out in concentration……”hoooooooo” cheerful squeaks….colourful new toy (commonly know as recyclable cardboard) passes tot approval test….
Now, where’s my coffee…..?
And what shall we play with for lunch?
Breakfast or toy, you decide
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