Andy and I were trying everything to get Chelsea to eat her toast for breakfast. Tears.
“I don’t have any room left!”
*Idea!* “Would you like a Milo?”
“So if you’ve got room for Milo you’ve got room for another piece of toast.”
“But it won’t fit! I’m full up to here!” indicating top of head.
“So where will you fit your Milo?!”
“I have a little bit of room around my ears…”