So I finally get to eat breakfast at 12:21pm.
After feeding everyone else breakfast, snacks and lunch. I sit down with my slice of zucchini bread.
And all four of them, ages 13m to 3 and a half, they surround me.
Or maybe vultures.
“Can I have a piece?”
“I waaaaaant some.”
And the old standby: Just wailing.
Gotta love it.