Fuss Deficit

So between Devra babysitting last night and Fuss sleeping in shockingly late this morning (until eight AM) I'm left without a funny/heartwarming/satirical/inspirational anecdote to share.

I read him some books before bed, then skipped out to hook up the replacement Roku box before passing out. I spent my bonus morning making coffee neatly and efficiently minus Fuss' traditional contributions, likewise with the toast, then settling in at the computer for a few minutes of blissfully uninterrupted browsing.

Eventually he came thumping down the hall, bursting into the living room cheeks flushed and hair tousled.

He was (predictably) upset that I'd made coffee without him and I had to stage a reenactment, perfect in every detail save the alchemy of boiling water. After breakfast (a few bites of toast, a dab of cottage cheese, an apple he abandoned after peeling off the 'organic produce' sticker all by himself) he sat on my lap on the couch, narrating an episode of Wonder Pets.

Then it was time to send him charging down the hall to wake up mama and for me to go to work.