Hot Dogs for Breakfast??

Sunday morning, Ethan woke me up saying he wanted Hot Dogs for breakfast. Yeww!! Letting me sleep in he took the initiative to make him and Stockton breakfast - and Hot Dogs it was... I could hear him climbing on counters, getting bread out to form a makeshift bun; Asking Stockton to help him get the ketchup; pushing buttons on the microwave - "30 seconds 2 times", he said; Then finding plates of course bossing Stockton around; And finally "Mom can you help with with the mustard?" I forced myself out of bed even though the thought of Hot Dogs for breakfast made me want to hurl. I was impressed that Ethan would take care of his brother and go to all the trouble - I just had to see the end result of his determination.

Later, when he was asked why he wanted Hot Dogs for breakfast the answer was simple = "all the bowls were dirty" (and you can't have cereal on a plate).
So, if you are ever in the predicament of having no clean bowls for cereal, have a Hot Dog for breakfast instead!