You can't blame him for trying

So I'm having breakfast with Fletch-man (if you have more than one kid, it's nice to get to spend a little one on one time, even if it's just over a bowl of cereal). As I'm digging into my Life, I glance up at Fletcher, who has his hand in his cereal bowl, this, in itself isn't that odd, my kids can be pretty gross. But no, he's grabbing handfuls of cereal and trying to put them on his spoon. Apparently, that whole scooping thing is just a bit too cumbersome. I raise my eyebrows and say, "uh, Fletch?" Him, being the consummate professional, flashes me his winning grin and says, "it's good"


I just have my fingers crossed that we can break this before he's 20.