Sometimes I don't feel like making dinner. Tonight is one of those nights I don't feel like making dinner. Maybe one of the reasons I don't feel like it is because I'm not hungry--I just ate a whole bowl of mini frosted wheat squares. Well, almost all of the bowl. Some of the little wheats and milk spilled onto the couch and on my jeans when Carter decided he wanted to mosh with my evening snack. Or, maybe he was just bitter that I had a whole bowl of cereal and milk to myself while he was left to forrage for leftover veggie chips that he threw off of his high chair earlier this morning. I don't blame him if he's bitter, I would be too if my mother cared more about what Bill O'Reilly's "Word of the Day" was than my nutritional needs.
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