Tuesdays my kids spend the day with my mom. I try to be in Bellevue by 9:30 at the latest, and things can get a little hairy that morning each week.
The other day on the way to preschool, Blake and I were talking about all of the kinds of things we eat for breakfast. Yogurt, fruit bars, grapes, pancakes, cereal, cereal with milk, on and on.
"Blake, what do you eat at Grandma and Grandpa's house?"
"Oatmeal."
"What about at Nana and Bopa's?"
"Oatmeal."
"What do we eat at our house?"
"Oatmeal. Well, wait. Hold on. Sometimes when you waste time in the morning, we have to eat it at Nana's."
Huh.
