Ahh... mornings. The crispness of the dewy air. The buttery dawn sunbeams flooding the porch. The dulcet shriek of an eleven month old who doesn't want her diaper changed. Or her clothes changed. Or pretty much anything that gets in the way of her monomaniacal desire for breakfast immediately after waking. Her father too shares this desire for breakfast. Sometimes her mother does too. Sometimes there are three shrieking, desperate-for-breakfast humans plus two breakfast hungry dogs. If only there were a food delivery service that served breast milk and eggs benedict with a side of dog food. Gap in the market, people! Let's get on it. Before the Mornings of the Shriek begin again.
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