I'm sitting here trying to surf a few blogs while I eat a bowl of cereal and what happens? Our Maximum Leader executes a classic Milk Attack. First, there is the frontal assault.
After the bowl is put out of her reach comes the reconnaissance.
Not to be denied, she explores bridging the gulf that separates her from her objective.
In the end, she withdrew, tempted by a sunbeam in another room. Whew! Was that a close call.