Cory plopped his face into the bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats before him and left it there. About fifteen seconds later air bubbles popped the surface of the milk.
"Oh, stop it, Cory!" his mother said with a disapproving sigh.
"Bla bloob bwab wab," said from his cereal.
"What?"
Cory lifted his head. Two soggy wheat biscuits with light frosting hung from his face as a stream of milk trickled from his chin. "I said, 'I need more sleep.'"
"Well you should have thought of that before you neglected your Science Fair project until the day before it was due."
Cory whimpered.
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