The Most Important Meal of the Day

Annie got in bed with us 15 minutes before the alarm rang.  First question out of her mouth

"Can we have breakfast now?"

I told her we could when the alarm rang.

This irritated her and she commented, "When I come in here in the morning it always smells stinky?"

We kept trying to sleep.

She asked again, "Can we go have breakfast?"

"Remember what I said about the alarm?"

"When is the alarm going to ring?"

"In 5 minutes."

A brief silence then,"Do you know what the most important meal of the day is?"

I had to laugh.  "Breakfast?"

"Yep!"

"And we will eat it when the alarm rings."

We came downstairs when the alarm rang.  I fixed her oatmeal.  She said it tasted weird and wouldn't eat it.  I wondered if it was because I put cream in it instead of milk, so I fixed her granola, yogurt and berries.  Wouldn't eat that either - tasted yucky.  I suspect she caught her sister's cold and she can't taste.

I sit here with two wasted breakfasts and a child who got up too early crawling around my legs acting like a cat and meowing for me to read her a stack of library books.  

After my coffee.