Last night, while he was preparing for bed, my little one came to me. “Ima”, he said, “do you think you could make me my oatmeal before you wake me up tomorrow morning, so that by the time I get out of bed it will be the right temperature?”
Who does he think he is? Goldilocks??
And no, I didn’t make it before he got up. We made it together with him chatting away. And within a few minutes the temperature was just right. Much better my way.