a couple of weeks ago i greeted mom before daybreak with the words "hi mom, hobbes is watching me have krispies". mom was up at 5.45am having just fed ollie and i think she was a bit surprised to find me sitting on my stool at the breakfast bar in the dark, complete with bowl of cereal. she was possibly relieved to see i hadn't tried to pour the milk on.
this morning i crept into mom and dad's room and told them it was time for breakfast. while mom staggered towards the kettle i opened the cupboard and pointed out the honey was gone. mom stared for a while in a confused fashion while i told her the knife was gone too. "gone where?" says mom. "i don't know" i say, leading the way into my bedroom - the last place i saw it. mom continues to follow, mumbling about how long it takes for the kettle to boil in canada. she retrieved the honey pot from my bed, and when she went to pick the duvet up off the floor we found the knife, too. hoorah.
mom made me some toast, but i didn't really feel like eating anything this morning.......
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