I'm dancing around, giving you soulful puppy eyes, sitting pretty and all you can say is, "Emma, do you know what time it is?" A ridiculous question if I ever heard one, because we all know that I know what time it is.
It's breakfast time! Like I've been trying to tell you for the last 10 minutes!
I can barely contain myself as you slowly dish up my food, I sit but I don't want to, and now, 10 seconds later, I'm finished. I'm going to go snoop around my sister's bowls to see if they forgot to eat a piece or two and count down the hours until lunch.