8:30pm, the living room, last night:
Mom! I'm eating dis fing wif Dad it's wike chips an' cheese an' sour keeeem an' it's DEWISHUS. Dad made it an' dere's cheese wike sprinkled on it. I eatin' it.
Yeah, I used the tortilla chips that were already opened, so I'm a little disappointed because they're stale, and these could have been so much better. I should have done the chip check before I put them in the microwave. *scoffs somewhat bitterly* I mean, they were still good, and I was really glad to have the opportunity to put sour cream on something...
7:37am, the living room, this morning:
I hungry. I need some fooooooOOd.
Okay, we have craisins and bagels and cereal and fruit...
I wike cheese and sour keeeem. I wike chips.
Iris are you asking for nachos for breakfast?
Well, can you at least attempt to eat something healthy first?
Okay, I eat some raisins?
Cool. Let's do this.
8:17am, in front of PBSkids, this morning
Hey Iris, how's your breakfast?
(whispers reverently) Dere's cheese an'.... wike sour keem...chewchewchew...dis a chip...chewchew...Mom, I wove machos.