Snapshot: Breakfast

One morning I woke up at 6:30 A.M. I brushed my teeth, put in my eyes, let the dog out, watered the plants, woke Alex up for camp, got Z up, changed and dressed Z, poured milk for Alex to put in his cereal, heated up a bottle and started feeding Z by 7:45. Alex sauntered downstairs around 8:15, poured his cereal, added the milk I poured and ate. Cereal is only one part of his breakfast. The hot portion of breakfast consists of a waffle (frozen from a box...gasp!) and an egg.
As I was feeding Z and Alex finished his cereal, he looked across the table and said, "I'm waiting for the rest of my breakfast."


I stared at him for a long time, going through the options of what to say and how to say it.

Finally I let him know that it was probably time for him to learn how to make his own breakfast...all of it.

With careful supervision (a.k.a. major micromanaging) he has been cooking his own breakfast for about a week now. Obviously things started out rough as seen above...and that's only the yolk. He spilled the bowl he cracked the egg in and the entire egg white spilled out...
But after a lot of "encouragement" to learn to move his effing wrists, he has almost mastered it.

Maybe it was mostly out of pure spite, but isn't that why we teach our children anything?