It appears that my protest may, in fact, be working. I count yesterday as a victory. She fed me the delicious cereal not once, but TWICE in the same day. The first bowl was a funny orange color and tasted a bit different than it usually does, but since I love cereal I ate it with gusto. She seemed inordinately pleased by this, jumping around and telling daddy she had won. I don’t see how that can be, since she didn’t even try to get me to eat disgusting carrots. But I’m willing to let her think that.