breakfast

Sometimes magic is as easy as making your kid the same breakfast every year.

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I just liked my chocolate milk,
That Twin Brooks cream was soft as silk.
And why not snag some cinne rolls,
With frosting wrapped up in their folds?
We'll mix and match, we'll make due,
Throw all the classics in there too.
Every year the same old thing,
This ragtag meal, our breakfast fling.
But this one part I never knew,
Till years had passed and he had moved,
To me it was just what we did,
but it was magic for my kid.