Friday, September 6, 2013
Five Minute Friday: Red
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
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Five minutes on red...
"What do you want for breakfast?" I yell. Every morning around 7:15. That's the time the kids are supposed to be headed towards the table to eat. I usually yell it on repeat, because they aren't actually at the table at 7:15, just headed generally in that direction.
The most common response is "cereal." I'm fine with that. It's less effort for me and pretty quick to eat. Also, somewhere along the line, they came up with the idea of mixing different cereals together. So even though I have to bring three boxes to the table, they happily eat Cheerios mixed with Chex mixed with Cinnamon Toast Crunch. 1/3 sugary cereal seems a good mix to me. And they don't argue about which cereal they get to eat.
What they do argue about is the bowls. I typically bring 5 bowls to the table for three kids. We have two Toy Story bowls; one Woody, one Buzz that are the cause of many arguments at the table. I fianlly got smart and hid those on top of the fridge. Today I bring a blue ceramic one, a teddy bear shaped baby bowl, a green plastic bowl that used to have a suction cup on the bottom and a red plastic-y one. The boys look at the bowls and Ben starts to go for the bear bowl at the same time Henry aims for the red one. So, of course now Ben wants the red one and the fight starts!
I realize that the smart thing would be to only bring identical bowls to the table, but the bowls we have that match aren't good for eating cereal, so we don't usually use them. I could buy new bowls for the kids, but we already have bowls and they'd just find something else to argue over.
It isn't the red bowl. It is a little boy who fiercely looks up to his big brother and wants to do everything he does. Even when it's impossible to do. Even when it gets annoying. Even when it starts a fight. And that's not completely a bad thing. So I referee the fight (today it's Henry turn with the red bowl, tomorrow it's yours) and hope that he grows out of the arguing without growing out of the hero worship.