So I got a job. Man that sucks. Well, sort of. I miss hanging out with Jon all day. He, however, LOVES when I go to work because he gets to go to daycare.
Daycare is great. Daycare has other kids...and cool toys...and second breakfast. Wait, what?
"Go daycare this day, Mom?"
"Yes, Mom's working today."
"OH BOY!! DAYCARE!! I GO THERE AND EAT MORE BREAKFAST!"
"What are you talking about?"
"I have more breakfast! One breakfast here, one breakfast daycare. I have two."
OK, so I'm thinking he likes to go to daycare and make pretend breakfast in the little play kitchen. But just to clarify I ask his teacher what he is talking about.
And theeeen it all comes out...
Apparently, the morning he started daycare he saw that breakfast was served and convinced his teacher that he was about to whither away from starvation because his mom didn't give him any breakfast.
He's a little breakfast con artist! The kid is CRAZY about breakfast food, and he will clearly do anything to get it! I had to laugh.
I assured his teacher that he did indeed get breakfast everyday before we left the house, but he could certainly belly up and have "second breakfast" if he wanted to.