Breakfast?

So a little info on me: I was a chef for a few years and I love food. That being said, I see the way me and my wife (who also worked in the food slave profession for a while) make breakfast for my little girl. First up we ask her what she wants like we are taking an order. She orders like she is in a restaurant "Papa (thank you, Nanny McPhee, for that one), I would like a waffle and one egg, do you have any chocolate milk? No than white milk will do." "Daddy, pancakes today and V8 (the one that is fruit juice, and only the strawberry one if you please) just butter on the pancakes today - no wait - maple syrup." Yes, I know this is my doing. YES, I know I could make whatever and say that's it, eat it or nothing, but all that is not what gets to me. To be honest, I love cooking for her and wish she and her five year old palate would let me make her other more fun to make things. No, what gets to me is I can't tell you how many times I have run off to work not eating after making a complete breakfast for My Little. And the twinge of guilt: Did I ask my wife if she was hungry? *shakes head in shame*