Survival

McKinley is definitely the youngest of four children. This morning David got up with the first two kids to get them off to school and heard McKinley come down the stairs. He told her that he was going back to bed and she went back upstairs to her bed to lie down "until the sun comes up" (that's a house rule for little ones). David checked on her awhile later and she was in bed and singing her lovely Methodist Church preschool chapel songs. All was well.

Fastforward to 7:40am. The sun is up and so McKinley is up too. She's hungry. So what does the fourth child do...get something to eat. This is something I love about my kids getting older. They can get up and get breakfast on their own. That allows me to have more sleep...which I love (see previous posts about sleep). She comes in a few minutes later fully satisfied and proud of herself. She told me all about her breakfast....oatmeal. "Mom, I got the stool and the big glass cup and put water in the microwave and made it REALLY hot. Then I got the flower pad and put it down on the counter to put the water on it so it wouldn't make a mark (that sounds familiar). I carried it so carefully to the table and I had 3 oatmeals today. I'm going to be healthy and strong!!".

Wow, she really made boiling hot water and got it out of the microwave and to the table. I think I should be worried about this...

Please don't call Social Services on me. She's only 5 and I must be doing something right if she's learned all these life skills . I need to get on my older kids, now I think they are slackers....