This is how my breakfast has gone down the past few weeks since I've been on my blueberry bagel/strawberry cream cheese kick.
(Note: This is after my children have had their breakfast, and my morning sickness has subsided somewhat.)
Me: Anybody want a bagel?
Boy 1: "No. Thanks though!"
Boy 2: "Yuck, I don't like bagels." (He doesn't like anything.)
Me: "Okay..." I toast myself a bagel, put some cream cheese on it, lift it to my mouth to take a bite and I hear...
Boy 1: "Um, that looks pretty good. Maybe I do want a bagel."
I hand him that half.
Repeat on second half with Boy 2 (who doesn't like bagels).
At this point I am toasting a second bagel. It pops up and I spread the cream cheese. Right as I am about to take a bite, Boy 1 is finished.
Boy 1: "Can I please have some more?"
I hand him this bagel, and toss the other half to Boy 2, since I know he is going to ask for it as soon as he swallows the massive last bite he just took.
By now Max is giving me the look (he's such a beggar) so I get him some food too (but not bagels).
I toast a third bagel, reminding the kids (again) that next time I ask them if they would like a bagel, they need to remember that they do, in fact, enjoy bagels.
I spread the cream cheese on bagel number 3.
And then I go hide in the bathroom and eat it in peace.
I'm pretty sure this is exactly the kind of thing makes me a mom.
And I love it.