Mia: my stomach hurts [this means she doesn't want to finish her breakfast]
Mommy: [reading, ignores her]
Mia: my back itches
Mommy: [still reading]
Mia: is there any cinnamon grits?
Mommy: no, there is no such thing.
Mia: [continues with any of 70 thousand other questions, complaints and insights]
Mommy: eat your breakfast, Mia.
Mommy: AAAAAaaaaack, Mia, yes what is it?
Mia: I was just wondering if God is a boy or a girl.