It's supposed to have a tiger on it!

So, yesterday, we went to the store and Cassie asked if she could choose some cereal and I said "yes, as long as it's healthy and not junk". She picked Frosted Flakes, but since I was choosing some fig newtons for myself, what the hell, right? Tom comes by and tells me I'm nice, he doesn't let her get the name brand frosted flakes, but I've already done it now, so she gets to keep them.

I'm still not 100% well, so after laying down for six hours or so, I have to get up because there's so much crap in my head and chest, I cannot breathe. So, at 6am, I get up for a bit and at 7am, I'm ready to lay back down for an hour or two. Only there's Cassie walking into the room. She loudly proclaims that SHE wants breakfast. Ummmm... so much for more sleep, eh?

So, we pad off to the kitchen where she tells me she wants frosted flakes. It's early, I don't have my glasses so I'm bumbling around looking for a bowl and milk... she's lecturing me that it's SUPPOSED to have a Tiger on it. I show her that it DOES have a tiger while I make the child her cereal. But she's still ranting and raving about the stupid Tiger.

Seriously, folks, this is marketing at it's best. *laugh*

She just came back in with her bowl... she might have eaten 3 bites... and then started crying. Why? She wanted to watch cartoons. Can a 4 year old have PMS?

It's gonna be a long day....

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