|Free form snow men pannycakes!|
|Prefers not to have waffles and breakfast|
meats on the same plate.
There was some growing trepidation as the kids worked their way through the stack of Xbox games, inevitably headed towards the Call of Duty Black Ops II game at the bottom of the stack. My wife and I had made the decision some time ago that we would allow the boys to play some of the first person shooters. The sting of Sandy Hook was still palpable, and I was beginning to second guess that decision. As it turned out, I needn't have worried. The boys dove into the Zombie maps. They love the Zombie maps. We play the Zombie maps with them. The boys let me play long enough to try out some of the campaign, the portion of the game that features human on human violence. After a few minutes, my cold medicine elixir was winning out, compelling me to seek room for a nap. Handing over the controller, I expected the oldest son to continue on through the campaign.
While I crept off towards the promised land of sleep, I heard my oldest son explain to the youngest, "I really don't feel like playing the campaign. Let's forget about that and just always play Zombies." On his own, my son was eschewing realistic video game violence, and was convincing his little brother to do the same.
Then I felt really guilty in not holding the breakfast feast that morning, but I started to feel the return on the time invested in previous morning's breakfasts. Witnessing my son using his own judgment, watching him trying to guide his little brother... well, that was the best present I received on the morning of Christmas 2012. Those moments of realization when I see the hints of an adult in my children, that is why I readily make free-form snowmen shaped pannycakes, why I do stupid dance routines when stoned on NyQuil, that is why my wife doesn't let me bark too loudly when the kids pour a quart of syrup on a single piece of french toast, that is why we have breakfast for dinner and when Grandpa comes to visit, its why we make such a big deal out of going out for breakfast. This is the reason I am a little happier when cooking up a batch of Awfuls and Pannycakes.