When you’re a parent, especially of the mom variety, there seems to be a tendency to eat cold food and drink cold coffee…or coffee that’s been heated up at minimum three times. What’s funny is that the food was not originally cold.
Xander had an allergy check up the other day so we went to IHOP for breakfast. He had scrambled eggs, pancakes, and bacon. Well, he had the scrambled eggs from my plate because mommy (obviously) has the better ones. That’s okay, I ate his. He also ate my bacon, which is okay because I’m not a big fan of pork anyway.
Between making sure his food was an okay temperature, the food was making it into his mouth and not his pockets/floor/chair/etc, and chasing after him because he was (a) visiting another table, or (b) trying to hound the waitress for more grape, I was finally able to eat semi-warm eggs, cold bacon, and a cold cream cheese-strawberry-waffle thing; oh, and lukewarm coffee. It was good though.
The waitress and other patrons were amused with our antics, and I actually had fun so I didn’t mind having to chase after him. Even semi-cold the food was still good, and the coffee was still tasty. It was a good day full of life, laughter, and smiles.
If it’s time spent with my love I’ll drink my coffee cold.
Free to Keep Breathing 
Cold food and coffee comes full circle when you get old … or have to eat hospital food or get to tired to exert cane or wheelchair power. And of course, that little one may be chasing you down forty years from now 🙂 .
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I certainly hope so!
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❤ Love it and you too !!!!! Xander too 🙂 xoxo
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