Suzi eats her breakfast with her siblings before they go to school, then we come back from the bus stop, and I eat my breakfast. This morning, we both had shredded wheat.
As I ate my cereal, Suzi was playing on her sister's toy lap top, then she suddenly stops and says, "Mommy, I hungy. I hungy real bad."
"No you're not," I tell her grouchily, "You've already eaten."
"I need want more!" she yells plaintively, then adds for emphasis, "I NEED WANT MORE!"
"Fine," I say, "What do you want?"
She cocks her head to the side and contemplates, adding, "Hmmm" most appropriately, then she says decisively, "Chips!"
"No," I tell her, "You're not getting chips for breakfast."
"But I hungy real bad!" she screams. And cries. And throws herself to the ground.
I step over her and take my bowl to the sink. She gets up and follows me and opens the fridge.
"How about a yogurt?" I ask, reaching her a vanilla drinkable yogurt.
"No," she tells me, "One with fruit."
I hand her a strawberry yogurt, but she reaches in and grabs peach instead.
And I chug back the vanilla with a sigh.