Bobo makes his own breakfast

We slept in until 1030. Hohoho, what a beautiful way to spend a saturday morning! EggEgg and Cola were playing boardgames.

But poor Baby Bobo! He was so hungry that he opened the pantry, took out his box of favourite corn and millet cereals, and started eating it by the mouthful.

It was the evidence on the floor that later brought me a sense of guilt.

"Baby, you want to eat breakfast?"
"Uh!"
"Can you go get your own bowl?"

Bobo walked towards the kitchen drawers with his hands swaying wildly in the air. His unstable gait put me in a alert mode, always ready to catch him when he falls.

He pulled out the bottom drawer with his chubby hands, and got out a cup.
"No, you silly Strawberry Crepe Cake (thats his nickname for today, cos he is wearing a red jacket), thats a cup. I want a bowl. Bowl."

He pulled out a plate.
"That's a plate."

He laughed. I laughed too. One year old is such an adorable age.