This morning, Hubby allowed Gun-Gun to select my breakfast...and he chose a cup of rejuvenating coffee and some freshly popped microwave popcorn - yes, the type that will give you cancer should you choose to eat it a dozen times a day for your entire life. While I readily agreed to swig down the coffee, I just couldn't bring myself to chomp down on the popcorn. I know it's five o'clock somewhere, but I just can't eat popcorn for breakfast. I have my standards but I do appreciate the thought.

Gun-Gun on the other hand, wolfed down his bowl of popcorn ('cuz you know it was never really about Mommazilla's love for popcorn) and added a dry bowl of frosted flakes and some orange juice for good measure. I really miss the days of being a kid when this might have actually sounded like a gourmet breakfast. Sometimes it sucks to be a grown-up :-).