The first day amelie made her own breakfast

Dear Amelie,

This is the first day you made your own cereal breakfast:

I had set up the bowl and cereal for you overnight and the footstool.

The milk was on the bottom shelf.

You stood on the footstool in your panties and Texas t-shirt, and crossed your arms. "I don't want to." you whined. I kept a firm voice and said. 'The only way you get cereal from now on, is to do it yourself except on the weekdays.

"You were adamant that you didn't want to".

I firmly crossed my arms, and didn't raise my voice.

Step by step, you didn't want to do it. You fought me constantly. You opened the cereal and had to be shown. You didn't like it when i asked you to open the fridge. You responded, "I know how to open the fridge."

You complained the milk was too heavy but you carried it over to the footstool and stood up.

You cried twice that the milk was to heavy, so i showed you how to lean the milk on the counter, so you could pour it, because lifting it was very hard for you. After much complaint, you did it. This was now going on 10 minutes.

You opened the drawer for a spoon, and decided three of them were too dirty.

Your fourth spoon was apparently okay, because you put it down on the counter loudly with a "Hmmmph!"

You walked the milk back to the fridge, still saying it was too heavy and then you stopped complaining and ate your cereal in front of the TV.

Soon, you'll be using the remote and the Wii to keep yourself entertained while mommy sleeps.

Hooray for progress!

Daddy