I’ve mentioned before that breakfast cereal is a banished product in my household. David has a severe addiction to the crunchy, sugary goodness that can be found in every box and has been known to eat a whole box in a day. When General Mills offered to send me a free box of cereal I knew it would be met with glee and delight. Indeed, when the box arrived it was greeted by screaming, hoots and hollers. The kids tore open the box exploding with the excitement that is usually only reserved for packages from Grandma and me baking cookies. Lucy instantly wanted me to pour her a bowl “with milk” and Max could barely contain his delight at the Madagascar penguin that was found inside. Indeed, he has slept with that little penguin EVERY night since excavating it from the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. To say that my children enjoyed the cereal would be an understatement in the line of “hey Disney World might be fun”. The box didn’t last 4 hours in my house. It was a new record for the Morley household and when the last tidbit of cinnamon yumminess was gone it was as if the iron curtain of communism had fallen down upon us. The grey cloud of disappointment rolled in and the realization that once again we were a household with no cereal left the children bereft of glee.

I’m beginning to re-think my no cereal policy. Especially since Lucy is close to being the age that she could, theoretically, make herself breakfast in the morning. Maybe I’ll just introduce Cheerios and see how we handle that first.