With Their Friends

This morning in our kitchen. Ava is about halfway through a bowl of cereal - her current favorite is a 50-50 mix of Quaker Oatmeal Squares and Cheerios - and, apropos of nothing, she looks down at the circles and squares still floating in the milk and says with complete confidence, "If you don't eat all your food, your food cries."

The line is just random and dramatic enough to get my attention, so I ask, "Your food cries?"

"Yeah," she replies. "They cry, 'cause they want to be with their friends."