Tired of Life

When my daughter was five, one of her favorite things to do was to swing on the backyard swingset, singing at the top of her lungs. One fall day, she was being uncharacteristically quiet while I raked leaves. I didn't think much about it until she announced, "Daddy, I'm tired of life." I was shocked and, immediately, rushed to the swingset. "What did you say, honey?"
She repeated, "I'm tired of Life. Tomorrow, I want Rice Crispies."