Not too long ago, we were all wandering aimlessly down the cereal aisle at the grocery store. Oh how I wish there were just 10 kinds to choose from, but that’s a rant for another day. Scanning over the five-thousand selections of cereals, one caught my eye. Usually, the ones that catch my eye are on the tippity top, you know, really far out of reach for normal people. That’s where the healthy stuff is.
Not this one.
This box was right at Chickeymonkey’s height, about 3 feet, second row up. I saw it and looked away quickly, frosted marshmallows in milk! IEW! Oh but the box is SO DANG CUTE. I wanted the box. Really. But for $4 a box? I’ll pass.
Just then, however, Chick saw the box. Immediately she pointed at it, looked up at Daddy and asked for “those! I want those!” Daddy said no, knowing how I like the kids to have cereal sans frosted marshmallows. But no, I had to pipe up “but Daaaaaddyyyyy, I want those toooooooo”! And with that, he threw a box in the cart. There. Me, and mini-me, we’re happy campers. We are now the proud new owners of Finding Nemo Cereal. WOOHOO!
I had to hold the box. I admired the beautiful graphics and flipped the box over. A contest! Yeah. Win a sleepover in the Disney Castle. Uh huh. I wish. Whatever. Here’s some wobblers, too, oh how cool. Only 1000 sets? Okay. Yeah. Well, it’s a nice box!
We added the box to our collection of cereals (seriously, how many do you have to choose from? We have like 5 boxes at all times. LOL) – the next morning of course we HAD TO HAVE THOSE FOR BREAKFAST, MOMMY!
Fine. I opened the box. Poured the cereal. Double checked to be sure we were instant losers of both fantabulous prizes, and wouldn’t you know it?
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