Poor Papa Bear...

I have a very cute husband.

Who is a very cute daddy.

With some very cute quirks.

One of those quirks is an earnest desire to instill in our children a love cream of wheat. He has fond memories of eating it when he was young and wants our children to have the same. So about once a year, he tries to make cream of wheat.

In general, the kids don’t seem to like it.

It’s probably because Jeremy seems to have the worst luck preparing the cream of wheat. It’s either too thin or too lumpy or too burnt. Poor guy. ):

This morning he decided it was time to try again. This time, he had the very smart idea of calling the cream of wheat “porridge,” so as to disconnect this morning’s breakfast to memories of prior bouts with cream of wheat.

He called the kiddos up from their Saturday morning cartoons, and had them sit on the floor while he told them the story of the “Three Little Bears.” It was cute enough that I had to grab my camera.

While all of the kids have heard the story many times (well, maybe not Xander…) it was so cute how they all listened and how excited it made them to try the porridge Daddy was making.

The “porridge” looked perfect! It was just the right consistency, and watching him stir in the brown sugar got the kids all excited. I was even excited to try some, and I’ve never cared for cream of wheat. It looked soooooo good!!

They sat down eagerly to their bowls.

Then they politely began to eat. Elli, not understanding “manners” took one bite and pushed the bowl away. The others kept eating, but it was apparent that they weren’t enthused. Jeremy finally started eating and realized it was… scorched.

I seriously didn’t know whether to giggle or to cry for him.



It’s ok, dear. Keep trying!! There’s always next year…