Is Cereal Nice?

Deac is always relentlessly boisterous in the early morning hours.

Today was not an exception.

He was yelling at his breakfast this morning. He usually yells at either his milk or his cereal when he can't get things to stay put where he wants them, on either his spoon or in his bowl.(You know when you want to take a drink from your bowl and it ends up splashing into your nose?)

This is what I heard...

Deac: No! No! No! My cereal's not minding. It's being mean.

Damon: Cereal isn't mean. We just eat it.

Deac: Cereal's nice?

Damon: No. We just eat it.

This went on...

and on...