Laura walked into the kitchen this morning in a zombie-like state. She sat down at the counter and then laid her head down. The following conversation ensued…
Me: Good morning, kiddo! What would you like for breakfast?
Laura: I don’t know.
Me: OK. I’ll give you a minute. (Pause for a minute.)
Laura: I would like breakfast.
Me: Ok. What would you like for breakfast?
Laura: Breakfast.
Me: Um… Anything in particular for breakfast?
Laura: (Giggling) Did I just say breakfast for breakfast?
Me: Yes.
Laura: I might be tired.
Me: (Laughing) Let’s start this conversation over. Shall we?
