The Male Mom

Could there be anything more happy, than Cheerios. The mere name conjures images of joy and breakfast. Bowls full of smiles shine in the morning sun, and whole grain goodness peers up from the table. Baby has entered the land of the happy little O’s, finger food fun as he pinches delicious healthy snackers.
We eat breakfast together, we two. He in his high chair, and I in my morning stupor. And after breakfast, he plays merrily with the bright yellow box.
Which brings me to the gift. Every parent spends unrequited money on “the gift”. I’m talking about that toy, that special toy, that their child is going to enjoy so much. We picture our little one playing for hours on end with this wonderful distractor. Oh what joy it will bring into the life of one so small. We bring it home in high expectation, present it to our little one with pride, gusto, and a goofy grin. Only to encounter bitter disappointment as child promptly ignores “the gift”, and turns his attention back to, the cheerios box.