Nocturnal

The kids are finally hooked on cereal. Seems a strange thing for us to have wanted but it expedites the mornings enormously. And we get to eat together and enjoy the finer points of consuming Frosted Mini Wheats - finding the ones with the most frosting and saving them for last, fighting over who gets the mashed up hay version at the bottom of the bag, etc.
And the conversation is relentlessly inventive -
Schuyler: "some things are nocturnal, Daddy, like cockroaches and owls and the Easter Bunny and Santa and his husband."