The cruelty of childhood.

But. Mommy. You. Are. So. Unfair.

If Bug knew any of those words, I'm certain she would have used them-- in that order!-- last night.

Here is what I made her for dinner:

A slice of wheat bread
A piece of string cheese
A cup of whole milk
A bowl of chopped spinach mixed with rice cereal.

Incapacitated by the second voice-stealing, energy sapping cold in a month's time, I found myself without the gumption to cook for myself or the Hubs.

Here is what I had for dinner:

A McDouble
Small Fry
Diet Dr. Pepper.

I'm going to start practicing now:  You can choose that when you are a mommy, Bug.