Boy Joy Toy Tuesday

(Moses 8:20) And it came to pass that Noah called upon the children of men that they should repent; but they hearkened not unto his words... Well, all except Mario.

"Ok Noah! Let's a-GO!"

Dee tells me wearing his hat AND ear warmer like this makes him look "super cool"...

Who am I to stand in the way of "coolness"?

Yesterday morning Dee and I had a little disagreement about having seconds at breakfast. He felt he should have second helpings. I'm all for putting second helpings in hungry boys' tummies. Just not when we are already late for school. I lectured him that if he wanted time to eat second helpings he should have been up earlier and fully dressed for school sooner. I expected it to go in one ear and out the other.

This morning at 5:41 am, I was woken from a dead sleep by someone--someone wearing tennis shoes--running across the house. As my brain struggled to sift through the haze of sleep I tried to decide if I should load the gun under my bed and go investigate or just roll over and go back to sleep. I opted for investigating, minus the loaded gun.

There was Dee. Wide awake. Fully dressed. Wandering around the house. And asking for breakfast.

"Dee, why are you up so early?"

"I'm just so hungry Mama. I wanted to make sure I had lots of time to fill my tummy."

Break my heart, why don't ya?

I almost wanted to make him a big, hearty pancake and egg breakfast right then and there...

Nah.

It's 5:41 am. Here's a box of gluten free cereal. Here's a carton of soy milk. Knock yourself out, kid. I'm going back to bed.

After breakfast he had a "little" time on his hands...

There's just something about a boy and his big box of little cars that makes me smile.

I sure love this happy, sweet, obedient, hungry, wonderful kid!