It's All Tony The Tiger's Fault
My son loves cereal,
he loves cereal so much,
he considers it to be the fifth food group...
Dairy, Meats, Fruits/Vegetables, Breads,
and Lucky Charms.
This love for cereal has grown stronger over the last 14 years, and sometimes it worries me.
Not long ago, I woke up and walked into our kitchen, and found him sitting at the kitchen table, in the dark, eating a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch (buy one get one free that week) The stove clock read 2:08 a.m. And he wasn't awake, sleep-eating I guess.
He is actually becoming quite the cereal connaisseur (I had to look that word up). He's no snob, he just knows what he likes and he knows his stuff.
He recently informed me that there is a HUGE difference between Cocoa Pebbles and Cocoa Krispies, not mention the chaos that ensues if you throw in the generic version. I believe he could have argued that point before the Supreme Court and won unanimously.
And if we are low on milk (we go through about a gallon every two days), he will call me, leave me notes, offer to walk to the store...all to make sure that liquid white gold will be waiting for him in the fridge.
No soap in his bathroom for a week? Not a peep.
No milk in the fridge? We never hear the end of it.
And so, I have to hope,
hope that he will eventually learn to love other foods,
hope that someday, his future bride will walk through their kitchen,
in the middle of the night, and find her husband, my son,
sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of fruit...
heaven help her.
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