The scoop, laden with a generous helping of ice cream, is halfway to my mug when she walks in. It's 8:53 in the morning.
"How's it going?" she asks.
"Good. I'm having some ice cream; the breakfast of champions."
She smiles quietly. "That's one of the best things about being an adult," she replies.
Finishing My Breakfast
Being an adult: So much freedom coupled tightly with profound responsibilities. There's a certain joy to things like eating ice cream in the morning. If I did it every day, that'd be a problem. But the occasional indulgence has yet to ruin my health.
As adults, we choose what we eat, where we work, when we go to bed, how we spend our evenings--privileges children rarely enjoy. Granted, these choices are limited by time, finances, opportunities, and the like. Still, most of our choices are ruled only by our priorities.
As a homeschooled student, my afternoons were open to me. Once my work was completed, I was free to pursue my interests. So I explored computer game programming, writing, and making movies. I had opportunities to make choices about how I invested my time. And while it wasn't exactly like eating ice cream for breakfast, it was one of the best things about being a homeschooler.
~Luke Holzmann
Filmmaker, Writer, Empty Nester
That's being an adult without children to set an example for. Here's how it goes. Dad, or mom, scoops some ice cream for breakfast. Kid sees and starts the power beg. "May I please have some ice cream? You got to have some. May I please have some ice cream?" This continues for a while, usually until the parent in question either gives in or sends the child away.
As a side note, scoop the ice cream when the child is very occupied with something else, into a cup- something opaque that the child can't see into. Then eat with a fork- they won't suspect ice cream if you use a fork. Better yet, add milk and make it into a milkshake.
Yeah, I'm a sneaky mom like that sometimes.
Yep. I was at work when I got to "sneak" this in [smile].
~Luke