I am no longer the best mother in the world. When the offspring were young I never sent them out of the house without a healthy breakfast. Back then they were easy to please. Even when it was the dreaded oatmeal, they were satisfied if it had cinnamon and raisins.
As they have aged their taste buds have changed as well as their appetites. They might eat nothing for hours and then devour everything in sight and ask within a half hour of cleaning out the fridge, “Hey, Mom, when’s dinner?”
Lately they tend to skip breakfast – yes, I know breakfast is the most important part of the day, but the offspring tend to think that last 15 to 30 minutes of sleep is more important.
One day I asked my youngest if I could make anything desirable for breakfast.
The response was, “An egg, just an egg.”
As I broke the egg into the pan, an additional request was made. “Could you make toast so I can have an egg sandwich?”
Now that the egg sandwich was almost ready the youngest added another question. “Do we have any breakfast meat?”
Ah, not perfect Mom is stepping up to the challenge.
“Can I have some cheese too, please?”
Ah, breakfast is served. What’s for breakfast? An egg, just an egg.
Have you ever asked someone for something simple only to make it more complicated? Offspring, the source of all things made more complicated.