Waiting for Breakfast

Because no one likes to eat alone.

A Caturday Morning

Daphne leaves at 6:30 AM when her jazz band has practice at 7. I let Charlotte play with my laptop during breakfast on these mornings.

Initially, letting the computer entertain her was for survival - there's a lot going on when you have only 30 minutes to get yourself and your daughter ready to leave. But Charlotte can do so much for herself now; using the laptop is just a tradition.

This morning Earl crawled up to Char's shoulder while she was watching cat videos on YouTube. I took a picture to send to Daphne, and the moment I pressed the button a man appeared on the screen eating breakfast with a cat on his shoulder, too.

It's kinda weird how that worked out.

What? You Don't Name Yours?

This morning Charlotte was down to her last two Cheerios when she asked me, "Dad, who do you think will win? Circle or Horace?" She was looking into her cereal bowl.

"Ummm, I think Circle will win."

"Nope." She brought the spoon to her mouth and quickly slurped and swallowed its contents. "Horace wins!"

"Figures I'd pick the losing Cheerio."

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you take a picture of me and Horace?"

"Sure."