Breakfast

The thought process of Ike eating breakfast, as interpreted and narrated by an interested observer:

Ooh, look, cheerios on the coffee table! Jackpot!

*nom nom nom*

Hey, the dog is on the couch, within arms reach, cool!

*nom nom nom*

I bet the dog would like these cheerios, too! One for me *chomp*, one for the dog while I'm chewing, to keep me entertained

Hmm, dad saw my plan and sent Loki to sit in his kennel 'til I'm done. Now what do I do? I was having fun giving Loki cheerios...I know, I'll pick one up, walk to the kennel, and give it to the dog!

*nom*

Hmm, every time I try carrying it over, I end up eating it before i get there. This is a problem.

I know!

*grabs handful, walks to kennel while eating cheerios out of semi-closed fist*

Here you go Loki!!!

*giggle maniacally, return to table for additional fistful of cheerios*

*repeat for 20 minutes until cheerios are gone*