holding her breath

Yesterday at breakfast, I made oatmeal, but Zoe was worried it was too warm. then she tasted it, it was too cold... so she asked for it to be hotter. I switched the contents of her bowl from the pot, she was not happy and so she held her breath. I couldn't help it.. I laughed.. I laughed so hard that Finn was laughing too. She left the table and went to her room.

I wonder where she got that from.. or is it just innate?

crazy