When's Breakfast?

Yesterday Christopher did the funniest, cutest thing.

Let me preface this by saying that it's not entirely unprecidented. Last week Christopher said he was hungry, and I couldn't help him right that second, so he wandered off. A few minutes later I found him sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal. Since the only thing out was his bowl, I assumed someone else had helped him. When I mentioned to him that I was glad he got some cereal, he informed me that he got it himself. He described how he had gotten a chair to get the bowl from the cupboards, gotten the cereal, milk, and spoon, served himself, not even spilled anything, and then put it all away before sitting down to eat. I was amazed!

So now to yesterday. I was using my computer, and my Grandpa was beside me using his. I had Alexander on my lap. Christopher comes in to observe us and see if he will eventually get a turn, because he wants to play Pocket Tanks. I tell him that mommy and grandpa need their computers right now, so he will need to wait a while. Then my grandpa, in an attempt to induce Christopher to go do something else, turns to him and says:

"When's breakfast?"

Christopher tilts his head, looks quizzically and his grandfather, and says, "I can't cook!"

Grandpa and I both laugh and continue what we were each up to. Christopher wanders off. But then, a little while later, Christopher wanders back in. He walks up to his grandpa, places a little hand on his arm, and says:

"Breakfast is ready grandpa."

My grandpa and I both look at each other with a "Huh, wonder what he did" kind of look. I was thinking that maybe he got grandpa some cereal. I was on the phone at the time, so I didn't get right up to go see. With an amused smile, my grandpa got up and followed Christopher (who was holding his hand and leading him down the hall), and as they walked away I heard Christopher say what I was pretty sure was, "I made you some hotdogs."

Hotdogs???? I hurried off the phone and went to go investigate further. Upon arriving in the kitchen, I see my grandpa sitting at the table with a plate in front of him. On the plate is a hotdog in a bun, and grandpa is putting mustard on it. Then he takes a bite. Christopher is standing beside him in the cutest little pose. Wondering if grandpa is just being a good sport about the hotdogs on the plate, I ask him, "So he got you hotdogs?"

"Yeah, he really did. Cooked them and everything!"

"Are you serious???"

Christopher looks up at me and firmly replies that yes, he got them and everything else, and he cooked them in the microwave "and I didn't even burn myself!" Half of me admired his spunk, and half of me was concerned that he'd used the microwave without supervision and knowing that he could get burned! Besides which, I didn't even know that he knew how to use that microwave! It also dawned on me later that he would have had to have used the trash can as a stool in that particular spot, which was an 'interesting' mental picture.

So Christopher cooked breakfast for his grandpa. And later while telling Bryan the story, my final observation was, "I hope Grandpa's not going to ask him what's for lunch!"