To each their own I guess. Reminds me of my youngest when she was 4 or 5 (she'll soon be 45 and would hate me if she knew I'm telling this tale) would rise early in the morning find whatever she wanted from the frig and then come wake me up. She'd tell me she just fixed herself breakfast. "Oh, what did you have? 'Orange juice and dill pickles' she would happily respond.