Christian’s onto me.

It’s tiring to try to stay a step ahead of an overly observant little man.

He wouldn’t eat his “spiked” toast last night.

This morning, he refused to acknowledge that it existed.


However, apparently vanilla (rice) ice cream sounded like an ideal breakfast food to him, so a spoonful of that dusted with Catapres served as breakfast.

Not really my first choice, but he’s taking it, so I’m not going to put up too much of a stink for who knows how long this will work…