My mom has said my first meal of the day as a child was lunch as I slept straight through breakfast.
The same went for my brother- we just loved to sleep.
But, not wanting to miss out on the most important meal of the day that is breakfast, we had cereal as a bedtime snack. Something had to fuel our dreams.
My bedtime snack, at two-and-a-half, in Grandma Pancake's kitchen, 1982.
And while I think most everything the lil' dude does, says, thinks, acts, looks screams her Daddy, there are some instances where she proves she is her mother's daughter.
Her bedtime snack, at two-and-half, in our kitchen last night.
Something has to fuel her dreams.