At the breakfast table this morning:
Alex is sitting in his seat wearing nothing but his spiderman pull-up.
He has requested yogurt for breakfast.
He has recently discovered the kind of yogurt in a tube, that you squeeze into your mouth to eat.
This is what he would like.
I scramble eggs for Bill and Julia and bring them to the table.
I bring Alex his tube of yogurt while he sits there, uncharacteristically patient…a little skinny wiggling blond guy with a superhero undergarment.
I peel the plastic where the little arrow is at one end of the tube.
And Alex reaches for it, saying:
"Mommy, I want to eat it like a man."
