True Love

This morning I offered John Henry the last cinnamon roll for breakfast.  I wasn't heartbroken when he said no because that meant I got to eat it.  Actually, I was thrilled.  I'm hungry and pregnant and that cinnamon roll looked delicious.  And it was delicious.  Just as I was getting to the best part (the middle where it's nice and soft and all the icing has melted down into it) John Henry decided he wanted the cinnamon role.  I won't lie.  I actually sat there and thought about saying, "Sorry Charlie.  You had your chance".  However, seeing as how he was a little sick, and hadn't had much to eat in 24 hours, I felt that I should give it to him.  So I gave John Henry the very best part of the cinnamon role.  It was a painful experience (for me) and if I didn't love him with all my heart I wouldn't have shared.  I'm pretty sure that's what they call true love.

What it Is and What it Isn't

At first glance this might look like an adorable scene.  A sweet boy enjoying his breakfast and his faithful dog waiting by his side.  That's what this isn't.  The truthful description is a devious boy, prolonging his breakfast by offering up his Cheerios to the dog, and right before she gets it in her mouth, he takes it away and eats it.  As a result of this mean game, the dog is two seconds away from taking out the boy to finish off his two remaining Cheerios that she feels are rightfully hers.  That's what this is.