Aaaahhh, I love our mornings together. The pitter patter that turned hulk style thump thump, when he turned 2, thundering through the house, fills my heart with love and yet the need to want to RUN AND HIDE....:)
I was eating my breakfast, ummm maybe i should rephrase to say healthy breakfast, and hunter runs up to me and asks for a bite. Weeeeell.... I use the term "ask" lightly...when i say ask that means he sticks his head out like a little bird and makes a light smacking sound with his lips... sooo i look down at my steel cut oats, almond milk, blue berries, and chia seeds... with a splash of cinnamon....and stupidly think hmmm, he might love this..... so i give him a bite and the Mmmm Mmmmm expression turns terror as his cheeks turn red and he is looking for a place to spit.
I put out my hand......motherly instinct, i'd take it back if i could...... and he spits in my hand only to start scraping his tongue with his finger nails! I ask him to run and get me a wipe and like the loving son he is, he goes to get a wipe....to wipe off his own tongue... then brings ME the wipe to wipe my hand that apparently now is his trash can. I told him now he knows how i feel when he makes me take a bite of his Mcdonalds cheeseburger....ooohh the moments....
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