This morning. Suits, dress shirts, hair ties & school supplies being thrown about in a mad dash fashion. The kids & I leaving a tornado-like wake in our paths out the door, onto school. Ya know, a normal weekday morning.
So. While managing the emotional / physical preparation of a 5yr old (going on 25yr old) for AM kindergarten & myself for a series of morning meetings… I offer my son, Cameron, the opportunity to make the kitchen his culinary domain for breakfast – He knows the ropes & my pantry is stocked to tilt with oats, grains & cereals – all the essentials.
I quickly tied loose ends & rounded the troops less than 20 minutes later… with all parties officially prepped & primped, in racing out of the house, with young people, books & bags in tow…
Me: Hey. Cam, did you eat breakfast, dude??!
Me: Well. The oatmeal & eggs are still sitting out??
Cam: Oh. Yeah. Ummmm. Ya know those steaks you had in the refrigerator?
Me: You mean the PRIVATE RESERVE FILET MIGNONS I was resting for our dinner party tonight??!!
Cam: Yeah. Those. I put one of them in the MICROWAVE until it was hot & not red on the inside. That’s what I had for breakfast.
Me: ____________ (mouth drops + blank stare + entirely speechless)
Cam: It was good. With ketchup.
Me: ____________ (eyes glazing over + unable to form words from thoughts)
Cam: Oh. And, I also had a banana. That’s healthy, huh?
Me: ____________ (mouth literally gaping + utterly mind blown @ 7am)
Cam: Dad… I cooked steak just like you!:)
Me: (Instant heart melt… returning to a semi-sane condition of mind… but, still imagining that poor, once-delicious, tender cut of glorious steak being nuked like a day-old bowl of ramen noodles!) K, buddy – Way to take the reigns!:) You should be ready to make a great day happen, right?!!
And. To the road we went.
While I silently prayed… “Dear sweet, merciful Lord, little 6lb, 9oz, precious baby Jesus, peacefully lying in a countryside Bethlehem manger – Bless my little fella’s big ‘ole wonderful heart. That’ll surely be the BEST $40 steak & banana breakfast he’ll ever eat under my roof. Again. Ever.”