My angel son, who is more obedient than should be allowed, often likes to treat himself to an apple in the morning. While Lee is in the shower, I’m on the treadmill, and Vienna is sleeping – Ethan will go into the kitchen, open the refrigerator and get an apple for himself. Because he is such a good kid, I don’t mind at all. Shoot! If he wants an apple before breakfast who am I to stop him? He likes Granny Smith apples and he likes the independence of getting himself one. Every morning, I find him sitting at the kitchen table enjoying his Granny Smith apple. I then proceed to pour him some orange juice, make him toast, and wait for Miss V to make her appearance. This is our routine. It hasn’t changed in months. Until today. Today, I found him sitting at the kitchen table with a large bag of marshmallows neatly displayed on a paper plate. I guess he needed a change. I told him I was weary of the nutritional consequences, but inspired by his fearlessness in taking chances. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
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