The Five Strands of A Sedentary Empress

early morning translation

The wee one is up early, much earlier than she needs to be but she's eager to go to school and is demanding breakfast. I pour a bowl of cereal, douse it with milk and put it on the table in front of her.

'Wowee, Froot Loops! They're delicious! I love you, mom. You're the best!'

'Well, thanks, but I didn't create them, you know.'

'It's my favourite cereal in the whole wide world!'

'Yup, I like 'em too. Froot Loops rock.'

'What?'

'I said Froot Loops rock.'

'What does 'rock' mean?'

'Oh, you know, they're great, they're the best!'

She thinks about this for a moment as she crunches.

'Must be French,' she decides.