Breakfast, ah. A time where I can relax with a paper, my tea, something to eat, and an icepack on my jaw. Well, the ice pack isn't so relaxing but the other things can be. I don't like to be disturbed during my ritual but of course, with Sam around, it's constant interruptions. "Help me...", "I'd like more...", "Can I sit on your lap...", "Where is my..."
I try to deflect these things as much as I can. "Sam, I'm already doing three things at once and I'm not very good at multi-tasking."
Sam's been interested in making up his own recipes and I've been trying to convince him that before you can make up recipes you've got to be able to follow a recipe and learn to cook in the first place. He's not convinced but he asked me to make an egg and cheese sandwich on an English muffin that he saw in one of his cookbooks. I made it. He spilled it into the garbage can so I made another because I'm nice like that and because he was apologetic. Still, kid? BE CAREFUL!
He settled down to eat his breakfast sandwich and propped up his cookbook to look at while he was eating.
I'm eyeing the clock and his breakfast progress. There are about two bites out of his sandwich so I told him to eat faster or he'd have to leave it so we could get to school on time.
"Mommy, I can't eat and read my book at the same time. I'm not good at multitasking!"
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