Hungry Man

It's my own fault.

Sam stopped taking naps the same week he turned 3. I love being with him but I really miss having that break from each other. When it feels like a break is needed I will let Sam watch a show in the kitchen and I'll come downstairs to do something equally mindless. He knows not to bother me during this time.

About 20 minutes ago I set Sam up with a snack and headed downstairs. Five minutes ago I went up to check on him.

Okay, still sitting at the table in his Batman pajamas. Animal crackers in front of him. But - what is this? What is going on with the huge container next to his crackers?

"I'm eating breakbast," Sam explained. He had managed to get himself a trough of cereal. There has to be at least 4 or 5 cups of Cheerios in there. It is nearly as full with milk.

I'm horrified by the wasted food, but really, what am I going to do? There's no saving it now. I just took pictures and let him continue to eat.

The snack I gave him looks pretty insignificant compared to what he really wanted, doesn't it?