You know you need to go grocery shopping when...

"Mama, there's nothing for breakfast," Hannah lamented

"I see some KIX down there," I replied.

"I don't really like those, and we're out of bread, so I can't have that either," she pointed out to me.

"Well," I answered, being more tolerant and agreeable than usual with a five year old, "You could have one of my granola bars."

"They're peanut butter. I don't like peanut butter," she stated matter-of-factly.

We walked away from the cabinets and over to the refrigerator. I opened the door and noticed the American cheese on the shelf. "How about cheese?" I offered.

Hannah considered it for a moment and then decided against the cheese. I didn't blame her. How well could American cheese hold a five year old tummy over to lunch anyhow? That's when I spotted the bag of left-over rice from dinner.

"How about some rice?"

"YEAH! RICE! yeah! yeah!" Hannah danced as I spooned the rice into a bowl. While the rice microwaved she repeated in a hushed voice, "yeah rice. Yeah. yeah. yeah Rice! yeah. yeah. Yeah RICE! yeah. yeah." The microwaved beeped and she said, "You'll put butter on it for me, won't you? I really like it with butter."

"Sure, baby. I'll put whatever butter I can scrape off of this wrapper," I replied while trying to get every last inch of butter on to the spoon. "Let me see if there is more butter in the fridge." I saw a carton, but alas no butter. Why doesn't anyone throw away the empty containers around here? I thought to myself. "How about some of Mama's special butter? mmmmm...." I said trying to convince her that my Dairy Free, Lactose Free, Trans-Fat Free Earth Balance spread was just as yummy.

"Sure," she replied without blinking. She danced all the way to the table. "Rice. Riiiiiiiice. Rice. Riiiiiiiiiiice. Rice. I like rice. I love rice. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice! YAY RICE!" Hannah sang. Hannah makes songs for all of her favorite things. I was not surprised to hear the "Rice" song.

She ate contently and then got down from the table. "Go get dressed and brush your teeth," I commanded. I walked over to the table to get her bowl and put it in the sink. Unlike when she eats cereal and wastes a good deal of the milk and cereal, her bowl was practically licked clean. The girl loves her rice.