I was laying in bed nursing the baby this morning when David showed up at my bedside. He loudly asked me, "Mom, can I have breakfast?" "Well, David," I replied, "didn't Daddy already give you breakfast?" At this his whole demeanor changed. He looked down at the floor and shyly shifted his toe across the floor then he said slowly, "Yes...Daddy got me breakfast...but still..." Then he sighed and looked deeply into my eyes with a look that said, "My poor deluded father actually thought what he gave me for breakfast would suffice."