Alonzo vs. Mom

Saturday morning. 8:45 am. I'm standing in front of the stove starting the dealings of breakfast. Alonzo, my 4 year-old human version of Curious George, walks in. "Mami, I want oatmeal," he declares. "Not today, sweety. I'm making farina." I brace myself for the torrent of whining that is about to unfold. "Nooooooo! I want oatmeal!" Of course, I cannot…


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