Want. Cereal.

We had soup for dinner.

I spooned some out in a little bowl for Miriam and blew on it and carefully checked the temperature before giving it to her.

She looked at it with disgust and then picked up her bowl and dumped it on the table.

"Miriam!" I gasped, "We don't dump our food on the table! That's bad! We keep food in our bowls!"

"No!" she said and pushed her bowl away, further smearing her food all over the table, "Want. Cereal."

"You want cereal?" I asked.

She nodded. "Ah, ya ya ya!"

Andrew had promised her cereal for lunch but that didn't end up happening and I guess Miriam was more attached to that idea than we had thought. Since he had promised her cereal earlier in the day he got up to get her some cereal. When he showed her the box she nodded her head and said,

"Pleeeeeeease?"

"Well, since you said please," Andrew told her.

"Wahoo!" Miriam said, raising her hands high above her head in "touch down" position.

Like I said, we had soup for dinner.

Miriam, on the other hand, had three bowls of cereal. With milk.

Apparently I just breed spunky children. Or Miriam is learning by example.

Rachel, the example, spent the afternoon at Naanii and Bumpa's house.