He was pretty durn interested regardless.
Just look at him! It’s a bowl of mush and he can’t take his eyes off of it.
(I don’t think he’s realized yet that this bland but delicious concoction is…
for him. He has grown so accustomed to his momma eating in front of him that such rudeness doesn’t faze him.)
You know what I like about rice cereal? You don’t need a stove or an oven to prepare it.
(Oh, and please ignore the messy countertops. This is real life, people. )
When Anthony saw that the spoon was headed his way…
“Excuse me? I’ll take that.”
And in it went.
Do you like the close-up of my fist? If I’d have known I was going to be in the picture, I would have stopped biting my thumb nail.
Anyway, the following photo will plainly testify that Anthony’s first reaction was…
“Give me more.”
Second reaction? “Needs salt.”
And—best of all—the third reaction:
He gives my cooking a whopping five stars!
Thank you. Thank you. I opened the box myself.
“The world is my oyster!” he’s all but singing.
Even better, it’s my bowl of mush.
All for the greater glory of God, and that includes messy mealtimes,