You know how I told you about how all we could manage to eat of my delicious birthday cake yesterday was a teensy sliver apiece, because we were so full from lunch?
When I woke up this morning, all I could think about was that carrot cake, sitting in the fridge, almost whole. I turned to my beloved Hubby and I said to him "I'm so totally having a piece of birthday cake for breakfast." Hubby, well he just shook his head. A short while later, Kiddo woke up and stumbled into the room, sleepy-eyed and blinking in the artificial light of what passes for morning in upstate NY in December, and I asked her "Would you like carrot cake for breakfast?" Hubby shook his head again. He was mildly aghast at the thought of feeding our child cake for breakfast, but I don't think he really thought I would. I mean, he didn't put up any more strenuous objection than the head shaking, and perhaps a mumbled comment or two about feeding Kiddo cake and then sending her off to school...
Which, I did. I totally did. After Kiddo had her banana and her vitamin, I cut her a (modestly sized) slice of carrot cake and another (much less modestly sized) slice for myself. Poured her a glass of milk and myself a glass of Mountain W (our local grocery store's generic for Mountain Dew - Mama's getting old and needs her caffeine) and down we sat. It was quite a cheery breakfast hour, I must say. All I could think of was this:
Not that Dr. Cosby's excellent reasons behind "cake for breakfast" don't have enough merit on their own, mind you, but this was CARROT cake. CARROTS = Vegetables. Plus, it was cream cheese frosting. Many a time, Kiddo has cream cheese on her morning toast. Totally appropriate breakfast choice, I think! I mean, this was so completely like those "sneak healthy foods into things your kids will eat" books that Jerry Seinfeld's wife and all those other mommy geniuses are forever plugging on morning TV. Totally like that, except much less work, as all I had to do was slice and serve. (Well, Kiddo carried her own plate to the table, so really, all I had to do was slice.)
In closing, while it is true that I really should be praised for my clever way of getting Kiddo to eat veggies for breakfast, and it is a good thing that Hubby is more of a head-shaker than a conniption-thrower, let's still just keep this between us, mmmkay? (I know Kiddo won't rat me out - she knows who'll give her cake for breakfast!)