So I’ve slept in. Which is curious because by 8AM the boys are usually “starrrrving” let alone 9. I come down the steps and they’re both munching on waffles.
“Joey made the waffles himself daddy!” “YEAH! I even let dem cool off before I put de peanut butter on’em!”
…I walk into the kitchen, and remarkably…there’s a chair next to the toaster and another frozen waffle on the counter. And a closed peanut butter jar…and a boning knife from the knife block covered in peanut butter. And peanut butter coming out of the knife block.
So close. High fives anyway.