"Why is it that everytime the laptop is open, and I am in front of it, all I hear is 'Mom, mom, mom'? What? What do you want!? It's nothing but demands the second you see a lit screen. 'I want this, I want that, I want to eat..' "
Oh. That. Breakfast.
I stop my ranting as I consider how ridiculous I sound.
"Who's hungry?" I ask.
As if I don't already know the answer to that.