Always Another Windmill

Zag had a rough night last night–sort of half woke up several times, distressed about something that I could never quite work out. I just settled and calmed him down, tucked him back in, and went back to bed myself.

This morning, he woke up upset and crying again. When I went, I asked if he had been having some bad dreams, and he said no, it was real. I asked what was wrong, and I finally got a clear answer:

“I don’t like miso soup on my cereal!”

Well, who would?

He was fairly interested when I explained to him that most people have milk on their cereal, and a few people like orange juice on their cereal, but that I didn’t know of anyone who had miso soup with their cereal.

Also: who’s been going around tormenting the kid with cereal with Miso Soup? Have you no decency?