My Son asked,
"So I guess we're having Cheerios for breakfast?"
There was no hint of sarcasm, it was a simple ~straight forward question.

Auntie replied,
"I know what you're really saying!"

Zeb looked confused,
"Huh?" he gestured.

"You're really saying you;re MAD, because you Don;t want Cheerios
for breakfast,,,,, AH HUH< I know< I know the language of a teenager."

Zeb stayed quiet, unsure of this projected assumption of his own thoughts
and feelings.

In the back of my mind I thought about righteousness, and a lack
of compassion and responsibility.

We all wanted fucking Pancakes,
as was the original offer~ if we were coming to visit.
And here it was the morning.

Breakfast Time, actually it was really late.
The hosts had slept in.

In an awkward light, do you cook breakfast for them? The ones
you're visiting? SURE WHY NOT!
I;ve been known to do just that, and was really trying hard
to respect boundaries.

Whose boundaries though? Self imposed rules
based upon visiting a rental home?
or just wanting to be served for a change,
as I lovingly serve those that visit my home, making sure
the coffee is ready and the breakfast is on the back burner
ready to roll. But hey, that;s just me, and it;s different when it;s your house.
I guess we had expectations~ and you know what
"They" say about expectations~ it always leads to
disappointment. BUSTED.

And in all understanding rather then to be understood, &
in love and compassion , that;s ok, I accept
 the bowl of cheerios. Hey it's food right¿

But Please own the fact that pancakes were verbally offered "if we come and stay"~

Don;t passively put ur  "MAD" baggage on my child,
Thanks.
P.S. I;m sure your little's would have loved some pancakes too.
The responsibility of being a parent is to feed your children a nice hot
plate of pancakes on a misty morning in the Catskills.

                                         

We say the words we take them in....

listen and you will hear

Kidon Bauman ~ I think of you always~ you are the starlight in my hollow.