Tuna for breakfast

This morning Sophie ate a tuna fish sandwich (on a mini bagel) for breakfast. The sandwich part was my idea. The girls slept so late, that I wanted to make them something they could eat in the car on the way to school.

Me: I'm going to make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Ava: PEANUT BUTTER!!!!!

Sophie: I don't want peanut butter and jelly.

Me: Well what do you want?

Sophie: I want tuna fish.

Me: I don't have any made.  I'll have to make you something else.

Sophie: Dad made some for me yesterday.

Sure enough, there were the dregs of yesterday's tuna fish in a bowl in the fridge. I made her a sandwich and she ate it.

The other day she had a slice of cold pepperoni, mushroom and onion pizza for breakfast. Later in the day, in front of our new Tuesday/Friday nanny, we had this exchange...

Sophie: You never gave me breakfast this morning!!

Me: Yes I did. You had a piece of pizza.

Sophie: That wasn't breakfast!  That was just a snack.

And then I realized there was no point in trying to defend myself since what mother feeds their child a slice of cold pepperoni, mushroom and onion pizza for breakfast before kindergarten?

The same mother who feeds their child day-old tuna fish on a mini bagel for breakfast, that's who.