My little one was up in bed saying she wanted her breakfast immediately, and no to bath or bathroom before breakfast, she decided . I tried arguing to no avail and in the end had to give up and do her bidding .
Then comes my usual query to her: "What do think you want for breakfast dear ? " She thinks for a moment and comes up with a waffle sandwich, Blueberry waffle sandwich that is . I say ,"alright, cold milk with it right?" Yes she goes.. A blueberry waffle sandwich, cold milk and a few minutes later, she calls out to her brother, who is still in bed..."Anna , I stole your recipe for the sandwich..na na na ..."
He, the big B , wildly screams ,"How dare you? Its mine, my blueberry waffle sandwich recipe" And so it goes on..The argument..So what's this special recipe of my son's right? You must have guessed it already. A little grape jelly and butter spread on two waffles that have been toasted..that's the long and short of it ...The big B who has been asked by his trainer not to touch waffles anymore ,rushes to the kitchen as soon as he is up from bed , tosses two waffles into the toaster with a vengeance. He must have a sandwich soon , if not its all gonna go away..who knows..so lemme rush ,must be his thought. Anyway ,I feel its time I helped so I go "what about milk? "No milk" he says sternly "I am not supposed to drink milk you know.I need to watch my weight." "but.." I begin ,"no mom no" he goes. Fine then, I think to myself and he ends up having whats up there. By making one for himself and devouring it as fast as he could ,he must believe he has saved his recipe, I think to myself. He is all about preserving his grandmas' recipes , hold on to the secrets mom , he tells me ,they are precious you know.Don't go around passing all secrets about family recipes is his motto.
At times I wonder, if he is gonna make a good chef after all , not an astronomer or designer of things like air-crafts and the like ,or an engineer or whatever he usually says he wants to be. Let me add, he even wants to be the President at times ,when he grows up that is . At least I wouldn't have to worry, I try telling myself , about his future, that is. Who knows, he might make a good chef ,if not anything else that he usually wishes to become in the future , which( being a chef) incidentally, happens to be a secret desire with his dad , who is a great cook himself.. :-) After all I sure am glad I need not maybe worry, maybe not too much at least .
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