I was talking to myself!

This morning Lula asked for and I made scrambled eggs w borsoin. For whatever reason she refused to eat them so she had no breakfast. I told her that refusing to eat those eggs, which she specifically asked for and I made specially for her, would mean she could have nothing to eat until lunch. She was unhappy, as I expected. 

We were getting ready to walk out the door and I heard her muttering about how she wanted a cookie and how sad she was that she couldn't have one. I told her that I was unhappy too but that she should have eaten her breakfast. She looked at me and grumbled, "I was talking to myself! You don't have to answer" I laughed pretty hard at that. 

Of course it didn't help that Arthur was parading around enjoying a cookie without any regard for he tantrum Lula was throwing.