Every Day I’m Waffling

Once a weekend, I cook a hot breakfast.  The goal of the operation is not just to feed everyone, but to leave ready-to-heat breakfast for the rest of the week.  (Our daily schedule has about 55 minutes from our wake-up to when I have to be out the door with the Monster to catch the bus.  By the time you factor in my getting ready, it’s usually closer to 30, so pre-made breakfasts are very helpful.)  I alternate between pancakes and waffles, since R likes those well enough…

But for three years now, the Monster’s really only had one of three things for breakfast – frozen french toast, cereal, or a bagel.  It’s been difficult, but at least you know what to expect on any given day.And this week is waffle week.

So, this morning was an unusual case with regards to my making breakfast, because I decided to prepare extra due to an upcoming disruption.  R was being himself – which is to say, a typical 3 year old in the throes of the Terrible Threes – and the wife was having her breakfast…

And the Monster declared that he wanted a waffle, out of the blue.

Really?  You want a waffle.  While I was dubious about it, and the wife more so, she took the waffle out to him, and he promptly turned it to ‘no’, which was not unexpected.  Instead of simply giving up, though, she moved to using Food Friends to get him to start eating it (which, if you ask me, is a little silly – bribing a kid with M&Ms to eat chocolate-chip waffles – but hey).  And, slowly, he actually… ate a waffle for the first time in three years.

“Do you want another one?” we asked him.

“Yes,” he replied.  And this time, without Food Friends, he ate it.

Now, I don’t know that this is really going to be the start of a trend, but it’ll be very nice if we can actually have him eating what we eat for breakfast as a starting point.  Mind you, he wan’t so inclined to do the same at lunch, but that’s a wholly different issue.

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