Blegh

"Ummi can we have this for breakfast?"

N came bounding to my room with a box of Coco Wheat in her hands. I was fighting the urge to go back to sleep. It was to my victory. So I went downstairs and cooked it on the stove.

"Go and take a shower while waiting for it to cool. You won't be able to eat it right away anyway," I told them as I spooned the cooked cereal into the bowls.

Instead of taking a walk in the woods, it makes more sense to go and take a shower while the 'porridge' cools.

They took quick showers and in a few minutes, H was back downstairs, ready to dig in.

We ate in silence.

"You can put some honey in it if you want," I said to H, who immediately did just that.

Then S came downstairs and I told her the same thing.

I ate mine, all the while thinking how bland it was, but I kept my mouth shut.

H proceeded to add more honey, but I said,

"Just stir it."

As is lately the case, he started to put forth his logic.

"But it'll be gone."

After some back and forth explanation and arguments over whether the sweetness will com through or not, I let him add a teeny bit more honey to his cereal.

I had to admit it aloud now.

"It tastes rather..."

I grappled for the word, which seemed to escape my morning brain. They looked at me.

"Bitter?" offered S.

"No." I shook my head. A frown formed on my face at trying to will the word to my mouth.

"Salty?"

"Blegh?" offered H in a non chalant manner, putting a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

I guffawed. S laughed.

"Remind me to write about it," I said.

That they did. All I heard this morning was, "Ummi, blegh."