Morning Glory...

What prompted the earlier story about the "witch" was a literal occurance with LF this morning. While going through the daily persuation of what to eat for breakfast, this is the conversation.
LF: I Not hungry
Me: Come on Lil, do you want waffles, bagel, toast?
LF: I not hungry. (now whining and holding her face in her hands)
Me: Cut the crap Lil and pick something.
LF: Where is it?
Me: Where is what?
LF: The crap, what do I cut it with?

I am not making this up! I felt like I was talking to a sarcastic 16 year old.