This morning at breakfast, Aleita was having a hard time getting it in gear. Even though she was the first one to get her breakfast, Maggie and I were finishing up and she still wasn't half way through her oatmeal. As I put the dishes in the dishwasher and washed my hands, she asked, "Are you going upstairs?"
"Yes," I answered, "I have to get ready to go."
"Someone needs to stay down here with me," she pouted.
I assured her that I was certain she would be fine sitting at the table by herself while she finished her oatmeal. I started to walk out of the room and she lamented, "there will be no one here to keep me company except for my coughs!"