An Island; A Book

The children were particularly fractious this morning. To be specific, there were three girl-tantrums at our house, all before breakfast. (I know, this never happens at your house.)

I went here in my mind:

(Photo by Laszlo-Photo)

It was lovely, really. Nothing but the sound of silence. 

Then I returned to our humble kitchen, where the Professor and I swore the following blood oath: From now on, these children will be fed breakfast and have their blood sugar stabilized within thirty minutes of their eyelids opening. 

Now, what to feed them for breakfast is an increasingly complex question. I'd say we're officially stuck in a breakfast rut, but that oversimplifies the issue, as we're stuck in a few different breakfast ruts based on a few different eating preferences. Of course. 

This is why I laugh ruefully and maybe almost want to weep when I read The Seven Silly Eatersto my girls. They want to hear it over and over and over. But I think their reasons have more to do with how the family solves their truly nightmarish food issues with PINK CAKE. 

But don't let me spoil it for you. This book is meant to be savored.

P.S. Readers, I have heard you loud and clear:  I should not wear flip-flops while riding my bike! Got it! (So I shouldn't tell you about riding my bike barefoot around Fire Island as a kid, toting home the groceries for my grandmother?  No?) Duly busted.

And the cell phone was for checking directions on my GPS. I just knew someone would notice that.