Thus began my morning.
Well, technically it began a few hours earlier. The chicklets had a track meet this morning, so I had awakened them at 5 (a.m.) so they could swallow some breakfast. They each had a banana and promptly went back to sleep.
When awakened at 7:15, Yell came into my room whining about her stomach. I was washing my face and questioning her about her symptoms at the same time.
"what do you mean it hurts? Like heartburn? Like you need to go to the bathroom? Like you..."
Yell, "Oh, that feels much better. Never mind."
I think she gets her manners from Homer Simpson.