Everything is a Challenge
The House Always Wins
Last night the child declared that she wanted to make her own breakfast so we talked about what we needed to get ready for her so she could reach it and get things somewhat prepared…
And then we totally forgot all about it and went to bed.
Of course, this did not stop her from wanted the challenge:
“Dad, wake up. It’s time for the breakfast challenge”
I opened one eye and staring back at me was a little fresh sun-kissed face with bed head who can’t wait to start her day. I can’t say no to this so I get up and stumble to t the kitchen for this challenge.
Here’s the rules of engagement. We each make a different breakfast of our own and then sit down and each take a bite of each other’s and declare a winner. This is all before I have had coffee or can see straight so it’s taking dear old Dad some time to get his act together.
Once that’s done she declares it’s time to start. She got her stool out and stood in front of the fridge and dragged out the OJ. She poured it herself and it was the last of it so it was an easy pour without mess for Dad to clean up afterwards.
Up next, was the entree: A peanut butter sandwich. She found the bread and I helped her with the PB because it was a brand new jar and still had that freshness seal on it. But she spread the PB on while telling me how much PB is too much and too little.
“Oh, I need more than that. Silly me”.
Me? I tossed some dry cereal in a bowl and called it good enough as I was more interested in the challenge of staying awake without coffee in my bloodstream.
We took both our breakfasts to the table and then she took a bite of mine and I took a bite of her carefully folded sandwich.
She thought about it for a second and then declared that she was the winner.
Challenge over, right? Nope.
Up next was tooth brushing, then sock-putting-on-ing and shoes on - all these things needed to be challenges to see who would do it first.
I don’t know how this happened but she was the winner for all the challenges this morning. Go figure.
But Dad won the ultimate challenge tonight: getting her to bed at a good time without any fuss or anything - just straight to bed and out like a light.
That’s what he calls winning.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.