We ran out of catfood yesterday, so this morning I put some dog chow in the cat's dish and poured a little
milk over it, as Norah watched. After the animals were taken care of I asked Norah what kind of cereal she wanted: “Mommy, I want some of what Quorra's
having.”
Norah pinched her finger in the storm
door, so I wrapped a piece of ice in a towel and had her hold it
against her hand. When her finger was better she wanted to eat the
ice cube and I said okay. A couple minutes later, “I ate the whole ice cube and I'm STILL HUNGRY.”
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| breakfast with my little champion |
