when your offers of yogurt, strawberries, cinnamon toast, french toast, cottage cheese and pancakes for breakfast are all declined…
and you are asked to make a Nutella sandwich “Of Ariel…and her dad.”
I know. I am the best artist ever. Try to contain your jealousy.
Except when I gave it to her, her initial elation turned to speculation.
“Where are Ariel and her dad?” she asked.
“They’re hugging.” I replied.
And I got my kid to eat breakfast.
The ugliest breakfast ever.
The end.