Outsmarted. Again.

The kids wanted to have breakfast in their playroom with a movie.  Okay, sure, but the playroom is three rooms removed from the kitchen, so I need to minimize spills.  Plus, if they're watching a movie with breakfast, the breakfast is going to need to be a step up from Pop-Tarts.  Easy: a bowl of Frosted Mini-wheats and a glass of milk for each.  I'm brilliant.  No spills, and they get some kind of fiber with milk.

I sat them down at their table and went to put the movie in, hearing two little "Mmm, mmm, mmm!" voices while they tried to out-dance each other.  Yay yay yay!  Breakfast and a movie!

Not only did I trick them into having no-spill cereal, but I'm totally the mom of the morning.

"Hey Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I need a spoon and Audrey needs a spoon."

Some little jerk had put two-and-two together and took it upon himself to dump his milk into the bowls of dry cereal.

If I had a mustache, I would have twirled it: Rats!  Foiled again...