Mornings with Layla

"I want my chips," Layla cried, as she popped up from the bed.

Really? You wake up and the first words out of your mouth are about food? Oh wait, my bad, she's not really awake.

"Baby, you ate all the chips, remember?" I tried to remind her.

"Noooo."

"Yes, you and your siblings ate all the chips on Saturday."

"Oh," she said with the disappointment as clear the Hollywood sign on a cloud free day. "I want cheerios."

"Baby, why don't you go back to sleep and when you wake up we'll talk about you getting some cheerios."

"Okay," she responded, then laid back down.

I put the covers on top of her, kiss her head, and ready myself for the next round.

"Baby, it's time to get up."

"Nooo. I want cheerios."

There's my girl with her one, two punch. She doesn't want to get up and get dressed, but she would like some tasty cheerios. I thought children had taste buds, but they must not be fully developed because those cheerios are tasteless. But I'm not the ones eating them so it's all good.

"You have to get dressed, brush your teeth, then we can talk about you getting some cheerios, okay?"

"I want cheerios."

The vicious cycle begins again. Rowan was like this as a baby. This obsession of food first thing in the morning. Jory was never like this. I wonder if it's a girl thing?