Isabella (she’s 8): Daddy!….

Me: What? What?!

Iz: I need more cereal.

Me: Is it an emergency? Really? At 9:00pm?

Iz: I’m starving! Daaadeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Me: Stop! What do you want?

Iz: More Cheerios. But it gives me a stomach ache.

Me: Then, maybe we should slow down what you’re eating. Maybe it’s too much milk.

Iz: You hate me!

Oh, look… It’s Thursday.