So Sorry

6am: Pitterpatter of feet on the hardwood floors.
Addie emerges at Paul's bedside: I want a breakfast bar.
Daddy: It's too early. Go back to your bed.

6:01am:
Daddy, I want a breakfast bar.
Daddy: It's too early. Go back to bed or climb in bed with us.

6:03am:  
DADDY, but I want a breakfast bar. 

Daddy: Do you see these numbers? Whey they say "1" "5" I'll get up and get you a breakfast bar.

6:06am and 6:09am:

Daddy, I want a breakfast bar.

6:10am
very quietly: my tummy hurts.
Daddy: why does your tummy hurt Addie?
Because I need a breakfast bar...
 
6:13am:  
Daaaaaaaaaaaady, I WANT a breakfast bar. 

6:15am:
Daddy: Ok. Ok. Ok. I'll get you a breakfast bar. (as he walks into the bathroom).

Addie, heading towards the kitchen, in the most serious of voices:
I am SO sorry for whining AND crying AND screaming AND yelling.

Yeah...she wasn't sorry for any of that until she got her way.  {sigh}


Pictures to come. Really. I promise.