Iain woke before us this morning. He's been in his room, playing and watching Digimon on his iPad.
Just now, he emerged to make breakfast. I don't think he knows I'm in the living room. He's making something - "strawberries!" I heard him whisper to himself - to solve a serious problem. "I'm starving to death! It's an emergency!" he just whispered. Dramatically, of course.
An emergency! No breakfast and it's almost 9 o'clock! My god, what will one do? Stay tuned...
ETA: 9:08am: he comes in, rubbing his tummy, and announces, "I think I'll just let that settle." [pause] "How long until lunch?" I laugh. "No, but really. How long?"