Saturday, August 26, 2006

Comments from the floor of my house

My daughter, A, is currently laying on the floor having a rather quiet and polite tantrum. She's groaning and frowning because she doesn't like what's for dinner. It's actually a special sort of dinner we don't do that often called "breakfast for dinner." I made waffles and scrambled eggs.

Me: A, are you okay?

A: No.

Me: Does something hurt?

A: No.

Me: Are you tired?

A: No.

Me: Are you just cranky?

A: Yes.