Cryin' over Poptarts

This morning started out well enough. Woke my daughter up Emilia and got a cute sleepy "good morning" in return. I told her that if she wanted help getting dressed that she needed to go pick out a outfit right away.....she just laid there. After repeated warnings that I was leaving....I left to take my shower. Meanwhile Steve tried getting her going. When I got out of the shower she was still in bed ignoring him. I told him to just leave the room and told her that she had lost her privilege for a morning cartoon. I told her to get dressed if she wanted to eat the oatmeal that Steve was making. About 15 minutes later I hear this miserable crying coming from the living room. I poked my head out the bedroom door and asked Emilia what was wrong. "Daddy says it's too late that I can't have Oatmeal, that I have to have a poptart" (with a disgusted voice) I told her next time to get up so she can have oatmeal.

I just love the fact that she would rather have oatmeal than a poptart. I know that wouldn't have been the case when I was a child. Hopefully morning routines will get better. We shall see.