Nearly every morning, the first thing Ian says when he wakes up is, “I’M HUNGRY.” I’m usually in the middle of something- feeding the baby, using the toilet, or, rarely, sleeping. The request gets louder and more insistent until breakfast is produced.

Last night, I:

So this morning, no yelling. No waiting. No cranky.

I couldn’t tell if he was more excited that his name was on the stuff in the fridge, or that I included juice- a special Saturday treat.

Me: wow, that’s a pretty scary looking dinosaur. I wouldn’t want to see it come jumping out at me!
Ian: well, I would just swing my shovel and it would be very pointy and dangerous.
Me: you mean if that dinosaur came at you?
Ian: yes. I would just swing my shovel and it would have to stay back. Swish swish, I’d swing it back and forth.

Whacking danger in the face with a shovel… He’s a boy after my own heart.