Mornings

Two months shy of being a three year old, Sekani climbs out of his bed at 7am announcing, "I'm ready for some oatmeal." Bright eyed and bushy haired, he is busy moving his chair to climb up to see what's on the counter and what he can grab from the refrigerator. "I want some rice milk." And I watch cautiously as he gets his cup and pours. No spills this time. Phew. As we blow on the oatmeal, he takes a handful of cashews and raisins, and reassures me that he wants "too much."