Breakslow

Breakfast is often breakslow at our house.
The other day I brought P1 down and we were running late again.
Me:  Presley, what do you want for breakfast?
P1:  I want a snack.
Me:  Presley, you can't have a snack for breakfast.
P1:  But I do.
Me:  Presley, we are in a hurry.  Do you want a pop tart?
P1 (whining/getting fussy at this point):  Nooooo.  I want veggie sticks.
(I quickly grab an oatmeal pie out of the pantry, open it and throw it on Presley's table for her to eat.)
Lora (glaring at me):  REALLY, for breakfast???
Me:  What? It has oatmeal in it.
 (Presley finished her oatmeal pie.)
Me:  Presley, are you ready?
P1:  Noooooo.
Me:  Presley it's time to go now.
P1:  But I can't have a snack for breakfast, I want food now.
Me:  You want a pop tart in the car?
P1:  Yes.
Me:  Fine, let's go.