early in the morn

Boy: What's this?
Me: It's breakfast
Boy: There's no egg or meat in it.
Me: (raises an eyebrow): yeah. so?
Boy: Uhm...I don't like it.
Me: (raises both eyebrows): uhm... really.
Boy: yeah.

There is nothing more annoying than a grown person throwing food tantrums.
On the rare occasions that the boy has thrown such tantrums, its always at breakfast.
And it freaking drives me up the wall.
It's like his nocturnally tuned body hates getting up ...
what-evah!!!
Its annoying and v. grating on the nerves, especially, after the high of the last post.
And I get v.v.annoyed over anybody going negative over something I slave over.
Actually, it's usually just the boy. I think it has to do with gender roles or something.
I am not exactly sure. and I don't have the time to examine this further.
The thought comes to my mind that eventually children will come along and they will eventually do the food tantrums.
And I may have to deal with it in a manner that does not involve kicking their ass.
So instead of doing the usual 'spitting hell fire on him' routine, i put on 'I am an adult and I donot need to deal with this rubbish' look and continued with my breakfast
faux serenely.
faux nonchalantly.

And then went on to browse news online

I think the boy is so attuned to my high drama reactions, especially over criticisms about food or otherwise, that he was a bit flummoxed.

when I was back, he had finished breakfast and cleaned up.

We looked at each other and then laughed.

We are supposed to be off now for a beach picnic,
and I am supposed to be getting ready
Instead, I am practising my 'YUCK WHAT THE HELL IS THIS????' look for when I have to eat what the boy cooks next time.

Obviously my faux adult nature only lasts that long.