Caroline was wearing paper cat ears on a headband when she came down the stairs this morning.
I asked her what she'd like for breakfast.
"Oh, I'll have Mice Krispies!"
I paused to calculate exactly how weird she is, and then I reached for the box of Rice Krispies in the cabinet.
She headed towards the hall and announced, "Welp, time for this kitty to hit the litter box."
Recalculations were necessary.