The other morning I asked my threenager what she wanted for breakfast.
“Waffles“, she said.
I informed her that there weren’t any, and quickly ran down the list of other options. She shook her head at each suggestion and once again said waffles.
“Alex. I know you want waffles but we don’t have any. Maybe another time. I’m sorry.”
By this time she’s sitting with her arms folded in front of her, attempting to stare a hole in my forehead before she speaks.