Breakfast Time, or, Who Needs Dad?

Jadon woke me up at 6:20am this morning, asking for breakfast. I gave him the option of going to bed, or laying on the floor in our room. He just stared at me. I gave him a pillow and blanket and set him down on the floor. After a trip to the bathroom (his trips are leg tingling long), he laid down again, then left what seemed like not much longer after that.

At two minutes past seven I got up, and found him at the table eating a bowl of cereal, with a light on reached only by climbing on the counter, eating from a bowl that is kept on the highest shelf in the kitchen, the milk and cereal having been put away. His telling me of all this was matter of fact. Good thing the milk was down to the last inch. Did he choose Frosted Mini Spooners? Golden Puffs? No, he poured himself a bowl of bran flakes. Ethan usually is up at the same time (I suspect Ethan usually wakes Jadon), but he slept in today. Now, if only Jadon will get Ethan his breakfast too...