It’s 9:30 am. My nine-year-old son is upstairs on his class zoom call. My six-year-old daughter is working on her virtual school work in her room. In her high chair sits my toddler enjoying french toast bites. Now I can finally sit down and eat my breakfast.

I pour a bowl of Frosted Flakes and cut some apples to dip in peanut butter. I sit down, get a scoop of cereal, lift toward my mouth and…

“Daddy, all done!” screams my one-and-a-half-year-old wanting out of her high chair.

I try to ignore her so I can have a few minutes to enjoy my breakfast while she is occupied in her chair.

“Daddy, all done! All done!” she yells louder.

I know through experience if I don’t get her out of her chair now, a full-on meltdown will happen. I push back my chair and get a wet rag to clean her mouth and hands.

She’s now on the floor. Time to finish my breakfast.

I sit down, get a scoop of cereal, lift toward my mouth and…

My toddler pulls the chair out next to me and climbs up.

“Hi Daddy,” says my toddler with a smile.

“Hi sweetie,” I reply.

“Daddy apple,” comments my toddler as she picks up an apple, dips it in the peanut butter and licks it off.

Then she does something I am never ok with. She dips the already licked apple back in my peanut butter. The ‘ol double dip.

Normally, this would be a deal breaker, but because she’s my cute little girl, I let it slide.

The next thing she does, I can’t let slide.

“Daddy, milk in it,” she says pointing at my bowl of Frosted Flakes in milk.

“You’re right. There’s milk in there,”

Here it comes…

With a quick pick of her nose, she pulls a booger out of her nostril with her finger, then sticks the same finger in my bowl of cereal. WOAH! That’s too far!

That’s how breakfast ended early for me. Double dipping is one thing, but the booger pick dip, well… there’s no coming back from that one.