A Love of Waffles

Tonight as I was hunting down dirty laundry I pulled Kai's day old socks from his tennis shoes and out popped a piece of a waffle. Kai has an intense love for the doughy breakfast grids. Not just a simple "hey lets have some waffles for breakfast" kind of love, it's an on the mind all day sort of thing. A couple of weeks ago Youngsun gave him a waffle as a snack on our way to the library. The morsel was promptly consumed and the ziploc bag it was in fell into one of those unreachable cracks that form when a car seat is latched into a car. Yesterday, the bag came loose and as Kai was climbing into the car he stopped to stare at the plastic, void of any evidence that it ever contained a food. He uttered one profound word "Waffle". Later that day I asked him what we should eat for dinner, "Waffles".

This morning, we had waffles. Then an hour later some leftover waffles, after playing with friends some more, and on the way to grandma's the last of the waffles. My own mother could attest to how much I adored breakfast foods as a child. Now that my son has that love it's one of the silly little things that makes me feel connected to him. Seeing him develop quirks and passions is one of the sweetest aspects of parenthood. I can't wait to see what he comes to love next.