breakfast

Juma must be having a growth spurt. This morning, he gobbled up four (small) pancakes, then asked for an English muffin. He ate that whole thing. Then he wandered back into the kitchen, and looked in the freezer.

"You want more?!?!" I asked, incredulous.

He looked at me and smiled.

"You ate all those pancakes?"

"Yes," he said.

"And the whole English muffin?" I continued.

"Yep."

"And you're still hungry?"

Big smile.

"Want a toaster strudel?"

Bigger smile.

I know that amount of food is normal from some boys his age, but this is Juma The Slowest Eater in the World. It's like pulling teeth to get him to finish anything.


As he was eating, I heard him call me from the other room. I turned the corner, wondering what he could possibly want now, and asked, "Yes, hon'?"

"I see that you haven't eaten any breakfast. You should get yourself an English muffin or something."

And that's when my heart melted like butter.