Biscuits

Rose was upset the other day. Who knows why. Some days I believe it is because I exist and deign to talk to her. Often, we all feel better if we practice what I like to call "the joys of being alone." In this case, it was not possible. Family was visiting, and we were all going out to breakfast. This did not please Rose who insisted she was not hungry and would rather just stay home. I told her she did not have to eat, she only had to grace us with her smiling countenance and cheerful presence. She did not appreciate my humor.

Although, she insisted she was not hungry, people kept asking her if she would like something to eat. After the fourth time someone asked her if she would at least like a biscuit, Rose turned back from the window she was staring out of and snapped, "I am NOT hungry! I do not want ANY biscuits!!!" Being the peace-seeking family that we are, we needed a way to avoid antagonizing her further. Her grandfather came up with a brilliant idea and made a sign to encourage people to leave her alone.

You can see this made her feel quite a bit better.

Not long after, apparently deciding her point had been made, or perhaps deciding the hunger pangs were too strong to ignore, she turned away from the window and pulled a plate toward herself.

Because I always aim to be helpful, I pointed out that our signage was no longer correct. Appropriate changes were made.

Do not discount the power of a well-made sign. Rose was able to snag a third biscuit.

Oh, my gosh, Mom, will you stop taking pictures of me???