This morning was apparently Royalty Morning at our house. It started off with BC's announcing that she *needed* milkies. "Get me milkies," she said. I told her she should not be demanding. She responded. "I'm not being demanding. Get me milkies. Now."
She then demanded to know what was for breakfast. I told her I was making blueberry pancakes. She responded, "Then you can get me milkies." Indeed I can.
When we sat down for breakfast it was as if we were footsoldiers. "Cut up the strawberry. I need sausage. Give me eggs. Pancakes? I can have pancakes now?" Subtle reminders about being polite were completely wasted on her. I suspect the rest of the day will follow suit.
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