Not gonna eat my mush.Not gonna eat it, I say.Squishy, yucky, yellow stuff—mush is baby food.Nonie’s had enough!Enough mushy mush for breakfast.Enough of her baby brother’s crying.So off she goes to live at Grandma’s house.No mush or baby there.Grandma attends to Nonie.Grandma takes her out into the world of grown-ups.After a day away from home, will Nonie reconsider her move and return to Momma, Daddy, and baby brother?Maybe . . . maybe . . .if she can make a deal about breakfast!