He ate my breakfast!

You know that thing that we all said when we were in school and did not do the homework? "The dog ate my homework!" Well, this is a stretch from that, but Poomba ate my breakfast in the morning. At least part of it. I have made a ham sandwich to eat when I get to work (yes, I know eating a ham sandwich for breakfast is strange, but so is eggs, steak and cheese!) and put it in my purse. When I came back from brushing my hair he was already in there biting from my sandwich, wrapping and all. Since I had no time to make a different one, I had to wait until I got to work and then cut off the piece he chewed on it. Ok, it was pretty yuchoo, but I was hungry!

I bet if we are not going to pay attention he will share the cereal with the baby in the future!