The following is a conversation that took place this morning.  I had made a simple (quick) breakfast of cereal and peaches for Little Miss, and this is what happened when she got to the table.  Not that it’s really in question, but if this doesn’t prove she’s definitely my child, nothing will.
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Little Miss: I don’t want cereal.
Me: Okay, that’s fine.  Do you want the peaches?
Little Miss: Yes. (begins to eat them, gets 2/3 done, then pushes the bowl away)  I don’t want these.
Me: Okay…you don’t have to finish them.
Little Miss: I want different food.  In the fridge.
Me: (opening fridge door) What do you want from here?
Little Miss: No, UP the fridge. (meaning the freezer)
Me: (opening freezer)   There’s not much in here for breakfast…do you want some blueberries?
Little Miss: No.
Me: Do you want Stripples? (Stripples are vegetarian bacon strips)
Little Miss: No.
Me: Do you want…peas?
Little Miss: No.
Me: (closing the freezer) There’s nothing else in there really, Little Miss.  (opening fridge) Do you want yogurt?
Little Miss: No.
Me: Do you want juice?
Little Miss: No, I want different food.  From UP the fridge.
Me: I already offered you what is in the freezer. Do you want blueberries?
Little Miss: No.
Me: Stripples?
Little Miss: No.
Me: Peas?
Little Miss: No.
Me: That’s all there is, kiddo.

*Pause*
Little Miss: I want chocolate.
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