Like mother, like son...

I eat Raisin Bran for breakfast 90% of the time. Carson's morning treat is sitting on my lap (only on weekends) and sharing my cereal with me.

This morning after he had eaten a full piece of toast and a bowl of oatmeal (and after I left for work), he went to the pantry and was letting Jeff know (through a series of quasi words and whines of frusterations I'm sure) he wanted something. Jeff went through a bunch of things, trying to see what it was he wanted.

Sure enough, he found the Raisin Bran and wanted his own bowl. Just like his mommy!