My Champions' Breakfast

I don't know how it happened, but I got to sleep in until nine on Saturday morning. I'm going to credit it to the fact that my five year old knows how to turn on the living room TV and work the remote to find the best kids' cartoon channel. I used to be wide awake once his bedroom door creaked upon opening. Now he --and Norah-- can watch TV and get themselves breakfast without me noticing?? Maybe in my old age I'm sleeping harder. Lovely.
This post may sound like I'm complaining. Really, I'm not. Except that I came out of my room on Saturday morning to see my kids snuggled on the couch watching TV and wearing their breakfast smeared all over their faces; they must have thought I was the nicest mom for leaving out a whole bag of chocolate chips for their breakfast!