Softer is Better
Prior to me biking our kindergartner into school, my morning duties included getting the kids dressed and getting them breakfast. Now, however, I have to leave earlier than my wife, which means she sometimes ends up on morning kid duty.
Yesterday, as I took the dogs out for their morning constitutional, I noticed a showdown between our four-year old and my wife. He didn’t want to go to the bathroom, didn’t want to get dressed, didn’t want to go to school. She, on the other hand, wanted him do all those things – and quickly too. The battle, apparently, had been going on for about ten minutes.
“Okay,” she shouted from the kitchen. “I’m pouring the milk on your cereal. If you don’t hurry up it’s going to get soggy!”
Five minutes later, as I brought the dogs back in, the little guy walked past me to his seat at the table. “Mmm,” he said. “I like it soggy.” He smiled at me. “Softer is better!”
Score one for the four year old.