I gave her cheerios for breakfast. She insisted she needed bran flakes (which, by the way, both my kids refer to as "chips").I insisted she needed to finish her cheerios before we would discuss adding more food to her plate.
"But Mommy," she explained, "I need chips."
My inquiring mind wanted to know why.
She turned her plate toward me, knowing an illustration is the best way to drive a point home.
"So this little smiley face can smell," she explained.
Hard to argue with that one.
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