On the kitchen counter, the cheese was beginning to melt, and the melty goodness covered the scrambled eggs freshly cooked by Grandma.
“Come on!” I cried. “I can’t wait all day!”
“All day long,” said Grandma, “you can wait all day.”
“Oh, please!” I begged. “Please feed it to me properly! I do wish you would do that!”
“Don’t you worry!” said Grandma. “You’ll be ravenous for every bit of food you eat!”
“What’s wrong with me?” I said.
“Improper feeding,” said Grandma. “We must feed you correct amounts.”
“Oh come on!”