Sassy Cereal

Yesterday was a difficult day.  Dolly #3 was upset (for some reason that I cannot remember) and called me “stupid.”  I wanted an apology.  She cried, carried on, had a temper tantrum, threw the stools, knocked off the items on my desk, broke a step stool, hit me, kicked me, bit me.  This went on for 3 hours.  Daddy called toward the tail end of the action.  He said to tell her that he would speak with her when he got home from work.  When he came home and asked her what happened, she simply replied “My cereal made me sassy.”  Now how could you not laugh at her response?