Every morning I have the exact same conversation with my daughter. I ask “what would you like for breakfast” somewhere between eight and twelve times. She eventually responds with “what are my choices” (she’s four). Of course, the choices are exactly the same every single morning. “Cereal, yogurt, frozen waffle”. Eventually she makes up her mind and I serve her breakfast.

As she eats, I look around for something for myself. All I can find for me to eat is cereal, yogurt, or a frozen waffle. Of course, I don’t want any of these things, especially considering the cereal is “High School Musical Cereal”. I’m too lazy to get out a pan, so I end up having coffee.

Save your man from the same turmoil that plagues my mornings. The Muffin Man will cook him up everything he needs for a breakfast sandwich in less time than it takes to say “now brush your teeth and get ready for school” sixteen times.