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.
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