What mother of young children does not have a stash of Cheerios in her purse? They truly are General Mills' gift to moms. Ryan loves them so much the box doesn't even make it back into the cupboard anymore. When I need a few extra minutes to get something done (like dinner or writing a post for this blog), I can usually throw a handful of Cheerios in his direction and he's as happy as a clam. And there's minimal guilt - they're pretty healthy and it helps him improve his manual dexterity.
On the flip side, there are Cheerios everywhere in my house. Hiding in the beige shag carpet in the living room, under the couch, inside the Tupperware cupboard, in the fridge, in the cold air return vent, in my shoe. I've actually taken to issuing a Cheerio warning/apology to anyone coming into our house. Perhaps I should just post something on the front door??
And I can't decide what I hate more: stepping on a dry Cheerio and feeling it disintegrate into a fine powder that immediately disperses throughout the house, or stepping on a soggy Cheerio and feeling it smoosh into the carpet and the bottom of my clean sock. I'm forever on my hands and knees wiping up Cheerio dust/mush and I'm getting tired of it.
Our Cheerio addiction is so extreme that I finally broke down and bought the BIG box of Cheerios. Yes, the industrial size box that sits on the bottom shelf in the cereal aisle that you look at and think: who in the world needs such a big box of Cheerios??
I'm so tempted to ban Cheerios from our house, but that just wouldn't be much fun, would it. And besides, this is just a phase, right?!?!
PS. If you need help getting "Material Girl" out of your head, another sing-along favourite in our house these days is Banana Man, to the tune of Billy Joel's "Piano Man." Happy singing!
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