We’ve been up for a while, victims of an early morning delivery to the car shop and a roller-coaster crime show on TV. Mo has the hankering to make breakfast.
But she can’t decide what to make.
The finalists: an omelet, or oatmeal.
Oatmeal, or omelet.
The suspense builds as I wait. Due to the volatile nature of the situation, I have breakfast coverage on a five-second delay.
Omelet or oatmeal? The only thing certain is that breakfast will start with the letter O.
A while later, the verdict comes out. Our breakfast:
Macaroni and cheese.
Oh, I say. Which in hindsight is appropriate, since breakfast begins with O after all.
Life with Mo is never dull …
p.s. the macaroni is really good. Even with a five-second delay.