Because They're GRRRReat

At around 9pm last night, I announced it was bedtime. My child promptly announced he was hungry. We both knew it was simply his attempt to avoid the inevitable. I don't know what it is about children and bedtime but apparently there is some kind of party held by all persons over 44 inches that commences immediately after they put on their PJ's.

So the following occurs

me: Ok so do you want Frosted Flakes
King: Yeah
Me: YESSSSSSSS
King: Yes
Me: OK

King walks ahead of me to go to the cabinet to get a bowl all the while he is rocking his head back and forth and singing:

"Don't let me get in my zone, Don't let me get in my zone, Don't let me get in my Zone"

Well, I guess Frosted Flakes will do that to you?