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Cereal Binging

I’ve been sprinkling Cheerios on Mary’s high chair tray to buy myself a few extra minutes in the kitchen for the past couple weeks. She loves them and has almost mastered her pincer grasp by plucking a Cheerio between her thumb and forefinger. Well, she picks up Cheerios and also any little snippet of paper or random speck of garbage on the floor; she’s not that discriminating.

But yesterday there was most of a whole bowl full of dry Brown Rice Krispies sitting in the kitchen when I plopped Mary in her high chair. Colum has long-standing issues with sogginess and breakfast cereal and now Irene won’t have milk on her cereal either. The only problem, of course, is that nobody actually wants to dig into a bowl full of dry cereal. Gah. Why, oh why, can’t my kids just eat a bloody bowl of cereal for breakfast and be done with it? Why does it have to be so hard?!

So there’s this bowl full of Rice Krispies and I think, “Hmm.” I check out the nutritional info and the ingredient list and it doesn’t seem any worse than Cheerios. I sprinkle a few grains onto the high chair and Mary happily starts eating it. “Mary likes Rice Krispies!” I exclaim to no one in particular. I then turn around for, I don’t know, TEN SECONDS, to take the kids’ lunch off the stove and Irene dumps huge fistfuls of Rice Krispies on Mary’s high chair tray.

So there’s, like, a mountain of dry Rice Krispies on the high chair and Mary just face plants into it. Rice Krispies are flying everywhere and Mary comes up for air, grinning like no tomorrow, gumming huge mouthfuls of the stuff. She keeps going back down for more, delirious over the sheer quantity of food.

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This was probably her fifth nose dive into it and really doesn’t do justice to the amount of cereal she started with.

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What’s so funny, guys? No, really. What is it?