Spaghetti-Os

As a busy mom and wife, I do not typically take the time during the day to ponder the little things. What exactly is my son saying to me? Where is Claire's homework folder? Will Geoff be home for dinner or not? These are the kind of things I think about. Today, I realized, as I sat watching my son eat Spaghetti-O's, that maybe I should ponder more little things...What is that meatball made of? Why do I take his shirt off to paint, but not to eat? Why does one "o" slip off the spoon handle every other mouthful? How is he eating a whole bowl of that stuff? Now this is the kind of stuff I need to think about!