Mornings are hectic. This morning was no different.
Usually, I run around the house while preparing for takeoff- finish getting ready for work, keeping an eye on Jaysen's juice so Rylan doesn't drink it, collecting books for backpack, ice pack in lunchbox, hunting down videos, crapzilla there's the bus!!! Y'know- everyday "morning" kinda stuff.
I usually have 15 minutes to gauge if Jaysen is going to eat some form of breakfast.
Chances are- he's not.
My tactic is that while I'm running, I will make a detour over to Jaysen every few minutes to stick a forkfull of waffle in his mouth. Careful not to displace any syrup because ohmigod that's a total sensory disaster waiting to happen. All he has to do is chew and swallow.
Don't judge. no breakfast = crabby kid. You come live with him.
This morning, however, I realize I am actually sitting on the couch feeding him. Forkful after forkful, waffle, waffle, sausage, waffle, waffle, sausage...WTF?
I stop, and give Jaysen this cockeyed 'how did I get here' look-
"Jaysen... why am I feeding you????"
He looked dead at me and said-
" 'Cuz I'm...Super Cool Jaysen."
Oh, for real? Because you mom's laughing so hard there's snot coming out of her nose.
Now that's super cool.