So it was a everyone for themselves / cereal-for-dinner kind of night and Landry was in rare form. Ryan had made her a heaping bowl of those oh-so-healthy Trix and I looked up to see she hadn't made it to the table.
Landry: Yes, momma?
Me: Are you going to come eat?
Landry: Yes, momma.
Me: Well this tasty cereal is getting soggy.
Landry: No it's not.
Me: You're gonna be sorry.
two minutes later
I'll let you guess what came next...