C finishes all his work, has dinner, wrangles a Wii game out of his grandfather, reads, and, finally, straggles into bed.
C: Mom, what am I having for breakfast tomorrow? Let's discuss it right now.
Me: I don't know. What do you want to eat?
C: Well, I can't eat pancakes. The syrup we have is not good. It's too sweet.
Me: I bought new syrup today.
C: Which one? Aunt enema?