4-year-olds say the darndest things.
We were duped in our house into buying a ginormous box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Their latest advertisement makes it look like crack in a bowl. Yummy! 
Anyway, Nathan has been asking for a bowl regularly for the past week or so every morning at 6:30 am (the moment his eyes peep open). We sauntered downstairs to have our morning bowl and discovered daddy, the pig, had eaten the last of it for his late night snack. Trying to distract the kid, I said I'd make eggs, bacon, and toast for breakfast instead. A treat for sure as it's normally bagels or pre-packaged muffins in the car. Incessant whining ensued and I was forced to tell the kid to get out of my kitchen and watch a cartoon while I cooked.
He was presented with my lovely plate of breakfast and a big glass of oj (which I've been craving like mad lately - I think that means girl). He griped but persisted to practically lick his plate clean and then calmly say, "Mom, that was exactly what I needed."
Turd.
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