This is Seven Years Old, but at 6:15 a.m.

I shared this to my personal Facebook page on a whim the other day, but this is something I want to remember, so here we go, blogged for all posterity (er, or just for my archives):

The other morning, I woke Cian up for school, as usual, at 6:15. He opened one eye.

“What’s for breakfast?” he asked.

I told him, and he nodded with approval.

Then: “What’s for lunch?”

I told him, and he nodded again.

There was a final follow-up question: “What’s for dinner?”