Gone Fishin'

Just like some people cannot bear the thought of starting the day without a cup of coffee, my son is a sweet terror until he has his (entire) bowl of Apples and Cinnamon Quaker oatmeal. This morning, I was distracted because my husband was in the kitchen, thus my timing was off for shoveling the oatmeal into little one's mouth every five seconds. "Mow (More)," he said. And just as I was spooning mow oatmeal to give him mow, he reached down into the crevices of his highchair, pulled out an old goldfish, and popped it into his mouth. He proceeded to do this two more times during his breakfast when Mommy wasn't fast enough at delivering the food. That's right, my son is storing away food like a little squirrel. He's hoarding away his cheddar explosion goldfish for when the long, foodless seconds arise. :)