The Wrong Side of the Bed

My four year old woke up grumpy this morning. I can tell, based on the following exchanges, and because after all these children, I'm psychic.

--1--

Dad: Why did you just hit your brother?

Four year old: I didn't hit him. I punched him!

--2--

Four year old: What's for breakfast?

Me: I'm making blueberry pancakes.

Four year old: PANCAKES? You always make us eat pancakes. I don't want pancakes. I won't eat pancakes. I want a bagel.