A breakfast chat with Reece

Reece and I were eating breakfast together today. More accurately, Reece was eating while I was gagging it down. That's what happens when your baby has boogers that could double as bungie cords, what with hanging down to his knees and all. Add three fevers (Brandon, Cierah and Reece), a few cases of "bathroom is occupido for a spellito" and uh, welcome to the "H" home, where winter viruses always seem to find their way in.

Okay, so. There we were, gagging down gobbling up our Frosted Mini Wheats. Reece, ever the thinker, began.

"Mom," he pondered, "are we eating grass?"

"Well, uh, yes. Yes, I suppose we are eating grass because wheat is, after all, a grass."

Pleased with my response, he continued.
"Then,.....why aren't these green?"

Being a homeschool mom, I of course began my explanation of photosynthesis, chlorophyll, temperate climates and harvesting. Reece listened intently as I rambled on, then added, "Uh huh. But these aren't green. Why not?"

Me, more specific this time, "Well, because it's made from harvested wheat which was dried out first."

"Oh," he blandly responded, then munched on. Assuming his inquisitive look meant our grass/wheat conversation was not over, I waited for further comments. He didn't disappoint.

"Mom?"
"What, little man."

"Are there little holes in our heads where the hair grows out of?"

Sigh. It's definitely turning out to be one of those days.


Reece, in what we dubbed as his "Sha Na Na" outfit. We Clampetts can dress ourselves real classy like.

Toni