Life is just so unfair when you're five

This will be a quick entry, but I wanted to record this story before I forget to blog it.

The other morning I made Samantha breakfast. (An aside: She's in an "oatmeal with sugary dinosaur eggs that melt and reveal dinosaurs" phase, and wants to eat that every morning. Since it's mostly oatmeal, which is healthy stuff, and the level of added sugar while appalling is less appalling than in many other packaged foods, and it's the only thing other than cream of wheat that she'll reliably eat more than 3 bites of in the morning, we grit our teeth and say okay. Now back to our regularly scheduled story, already in progress...)

So Sam's sitting at the dining room table when I come out of the kitchen with my own breakfast, and she's got a spoon in one hand and a book in the other, and she's reading aloud (quietly) to herself, going right through words I had no idea she could read, and sounding out the unfamiliar ones. Over the past two weeks her reading abilities seem to have blossomed explosively. I have no idea what just clicked in her brain to make this happen, but it's very cool to see.

After a few minutes Samantha pushes her bowl away to indicate that she's done eating, so I said "Samantha, I think you need to go upstairs and change out of your pj's and into your clothes, because it's almost time to leave for school."

Samantha puts down her book, rolls her eyes, gives me her best "put upon" look, and says in her most disgruntled the-universe-is-just-so-unfair tone of voice: Oh man, I never have time to just read books.

It was all I could do to avoid either laughing out loud or saying "Welcome to the club, sweetheart" :-)