Bonding over Breakfast

Zackery is eating a pop-tart at the table with baby Cameron in his highchair with some dry cereal and a sippy cup of milk.

Zack, "Ohhhh, I think baby do want my pop tart, Mom. Him do want it."

Me, "Its okay, baby has his cereal."

Zack, "I just give him a wittle tiny bit." breaks off a small chunk and puts it on baby's tray

Zack, "Here you go baby! It's rrrrriiiight there! A Pop-tart!" points to the pop tart

Cameron, "Ah! Ooohahhda da da" points to his cereal

Zack, "No THAT'S not a pop tart! Right HERE." points to it again

Cameron, "Ya ya da?" points to pop tart

Zack, "YEAH! You GOT it! Good job, baby! Eat it up!"

Cameron, "Ah ya da ya?" points to pop tart again

Zack, "Yeah. EAT it, baby. EAT it!"

Cameron, "YA ya da!!! ahhhyahhhh...."

Zack, "(frustrated growl) babyyyy! Eat your pop tart!"

Cameron, "(growls) da da"

Zack, leans close to baby with grumpy look on face, "(growls again) Eat. it."

Cameron, leans forward in high chair and scrunches up face, "(growls) WA!"

Zack, sighs, "O--ohhhhhh!"

Cameron, "A--ahhhhhh!" scrunches up nose and sniffs in and out repeatedly

Zack, "AHHHHH! Baby CAMERON! That is a booger!!! I don't LIKE boogers!"

Cameron, smiles, giggles, and squeals happily

Zack, gives another big exasperated sigh...