Flash Forward

... I had reverse deja vu a couple of weeks ago.

It was a typical Saturday morning and Emily had put in a special request for oatmeal for breakfast. When it was ready I called her to the table and she walked in with her cell phone to her ear. (It's a plastic Hannah Montana phone that looks and sounds like the real McCoy.)

The problem: She wouldn't stop "talking" on it to eat her breakfast.

Yes, folks, I had to threaten and then actually take her cell phone away so she would eat.

And I thought we would at least make it to 12 or 13 before we would have this problem...