And it is Only Breakfast

This morning Emma told me that she had a wedgie hiding in her bum. I think that is a pretty good description. After she took care of that, I asked her what she wanted to get at the grocery store. (Yesterday she said she wanted to try green apples so we told her we would get one at the store today when we went grocery shopping.) She apparently didn't remember our conversation because she said cereal first and when I asked her what else she said sushi. She does like sushi, but she clarified that she wants to watch the sushi chefs at the grocery store.