I Made You Breftist

That what I woke up to this morning. I little face in my face whispering, "I made you breftist." She says it just like her daddy used to say it.

She then proceeds to tell me, "I had a little trouble." The cereal is on the top shelf of the pantry. She likes to try to climb the shelves to get what she wants. On this trip the Frosted Flakes came crashing down.

"Are you mad? I tried to clean it up, but maybe we could clean it up as a team."

How can I be mad at that?

I did enjoy my Frosted Flakes before I cleaned it up. I am just glad she didn't attempt to add milk.

I love this little girl!