They serve breakfast at Sam's preschool, but he doesn't want to eat it ever. I was worried about his not eating because he seems to come home so hungry. So, this morning I talked to him about it. I said, "Sam, how about you eat breakfast at preschool today!"
To which he replied, "NOOOOOO!!!!"
I asked, "Why don't you want to eat breakfast? Do they serve bad food?"
He got kinda mad and said, "No mom! I'd just rather turn into an ALIEN."
To which I said, "Um . . . okay."
I guess being an alien is better than food . . . Or something . . .