Get up late. I'm tired and grumpy. And someone named Daddy refuses to give me trains. So I'm grumpy until he gets me something to eat. Strawberries and Cheerios are the usual faire for Saturday mornings when we're not going for donuts. And as you can tell by my expression, we're not going for donuts...
So with that in mind, I'll voice my displeasure.
In fact, I'm going to just lie down and go on strike until I get my breakfast.
Oooh! Breakfast! Now I can be cute again!
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