Self Serve

None of my kids need me anymore to get them breakfast in the morning. Yesterday morning, I found Connor in the kitchen, with the box of Frosted Flakes, an empty gallon of Milk, a bowl filled with Milk and a few Frosted Flakes, a mess all over the counter, chair, and floor, and a smile from ear to ear. He finally figure out how to get his own breakfast.

a little bit of cereal with his bowl of Milk.
Enjoying every bite to the fullest