Me: Rylie do you want cereal for breakfast?
Me: Do you think Cesalie would like cereal too?
Rylie: Cesalie, you want cereal? Yes..
Me: Do you want milk in your cereal?
Rylie: No, thank you.
So I get two little bowls of dry Apple Jacks, and hand them to Rylie. She runs over to Cesalie and gives her, her bowl. I put on the T.V. for them and I go into the other room to start straightening up.
So, after I leave and go into the next room, Rylie decides she now wants milk in her cereal, but here's the thing about Rylie-She wouldn't just come to me and ask for some milk, she has to just go get it herself.
Anyway, she goes into the fridge and gets the milk. Oh and by the way she decided Cesalie wanted milk in her cereal too. So she takes their bowls, puts them on to the counter, pours milk into each bowl and them grabs a baby size spoon for each of them. Because, now that they have milk in their cereal, they need a spoon, and it doesn't matter that one Apple Jack is bigger then the spoon.
Isn't it great how she can help herself? Isn't wonderful that she doesn't need to bother me about simple things like milk? The only problem is, that since she doesn't quite know how to read yet, she pours Egg Beaters into their cereal. But, hey the little carton looked just like milk to her. Thankfully I caught her before she fed herself and Cesalie