I know that breakfast isn’t usually an exciting topic, but our breakfast on Tuesday was a monumental event.
Background: For breakfast, Peter has some excellent toast of one kind or another. I, however, have to settle for the best of the horrible gluten-free bread offerings. We both have juice and coffee. So far, so good.
It’s at the next step that it gets interesting because Peter has a banana and I have a piece of cantaloupe. I get up from the table to get my melon and his banana—we call it the fruit course.
On Tuesday, Peter announced that he is going to bring his banana to the table before he sits down. Just like that. No discussion. I will no longer get up from the table to serve him his banana.
I’ll adjust, but change is hard at our age.