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"Hah-gogs" for Breakfast

Each morning I ask Mason what he wants for breakfast and each morning the answer is the same, "hah-gogs."  I am a pretty traditional person who has some very definate ideas about what is and isn't proper breakfast food.  I don't do cold pizza, cake or brownies and no soda before lunch.  See, very traditional!  Cheerios, waffles, eggs, oatmeal, yogurt, smoothies-these are proper breakfast foods.  I have wasted enough food to feed a small country trying to get Mason to eat the "right" things for breakfast.  So, in my wiser because-it-doesn't-really-matter years I have decided to give in to the non-traditional request.  So what if Mason wants hot dogs for breakfast.  I only buy the Jenny O (we have the same name so I am a big fan!) turkey franks that have 50% less fat than normal hot dogs do.  They have 4 grams of protein and I know they are better for you than a Poptart!  So, as disgusting as I think it is it makes that breakfast battle a little easier each morning if I just give in.  I would never eat a hot dog for breakfast.  Then again, I don't eat hot dogs EVER.  Bon appetit!

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Anonymous said…
It is really weird how it is called Jenny O hot dogs, and Mason is so cute here and than, it is so fun to have him in the "O" family
Patti said…
Eliot says hot dogs the same way, and also asks to eat them for breakfast! I don't think he's gotten his way with that yet though.
Meredith said…
Yep -Sometimes it just becomes a matter of getting something in their tummies, whether it's what you planned or not! Mary's favorite breakfast food is chicken noodle soup.
M.E. said…
That is so cute! I'm feeling pretty lucky that Ethan just wants a "Nana" for breakfast. I'm not sure if my stomach would hold out with hot dogs and chicken noodle soup for breakfast!

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