My son is now part of The Breakfast Club.

And before you get any ideas, he’s not angsty, nerdy, or busy taping other little boys’ buttocks together.

Nope. He’s only five. And he’s decided we have to leave even EARLIER in the morning than usual so he can go eat breakfast at school with his other preschooler friends.

At first, I thought it was just a fad. But now into week 2, turns out it is a lifestyle. Which I have to say, really cramps MY STYLE, since I now have to wake up 30 minutes earlier just so he can eat breakfast at school which consists of:

1)      Milk

2)      A piece of fruit

3)      One of those little individual boxes of cereal

4)      Something insanely unhealthy and non-breakfast-like such as saltine crackers or a chocolate cookie

When asked why he can’t eat cereal at home, he promptly ignored my question and ran to the door to put on his shoes. After experiencing breakfast with his friends (which usually consists of two 5-year-old boys and one little girl), I have figured out breakfast at school is a necessity so they can: a) brag about what movie they recently watched or b) eat out of those little individual boxes of cereal that all children (and adults) secretly love. These are the conversations I experience:

G: I watched Spider Man 2 yesterday. It was great!

Boy #1: Me too!

Boy #2: I didn’t watch that one. But I watched G-Force.

G: I didn’t see that one.

Boy #2: Oh I did. It was good.

Girl: I saw Cinderella. I loved it!

Silence. Boys don’t watch princess movies OR if they do, don’t admit to it.

G: I saw Transformers 3 (which is a big, fat lie, since this movie doesn’t even exist).

Boy #1 and #2 both admit that their parents won’t let them watch the Transformers movies. They all look at me like I am the coolest mom EVER since G has seen these movies. I therefore don’t have the heart to tell them all G didn’t see the 2^nd or pretend 3^rd one either.

And so it goes. Every morning. Some mornings, I actually get milk spilled all over me which makes me want to hurl since I cannot STAND the smell of milk. Most mornings I have to wipe up the numerous spills and shepherd the children into class before the 2^nd bell rings. But for now, I am fine with this. As far as I am concerned, it is the best breakfast ever—I don’t have to talk, pick up the bill, or even look nice. It just doesn’t get any better than that!

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