Mea Culpa

I am ashamed to admit it. I am addicted to my kids' Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal. Once General Mills took the hydrogenated oils out of it, it became admissible in the household. It has made school morning breakfasts more manageable. No more hemming and hawing about what to eat for breakfast, no more arguing about whether the whole wheat frozen waffles were digestible. It's all Cinnamon Toast Crunch.... except when Mom has finished off the box. It is sooooooo yummy! I used to babysit for my next-door neighbors as a teenager and they always had Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal in the household. I used to eat it for all my meals there as I babysat. I guess they thought I was a decent babysitter, because I babysat quite frequently notwithstanding the rapid disappearance of Cinnamon Toast Crunch while I was on duty.

My kids know whom to approach when anything that tastes good in the house is all gone. "Mom!! Where is my chocolate bunny that the Easter bunny brought me?"

"umm... uh..."

"Mooommmm... did you have another chocolate attack?! ugh!!"

"I'm sorry, guys. Tail's between my legs."

"Mom! You have to buy me a new chocolate bunny... and you owe me Reese's peanut butter cups from Halloween!!"

Last night my ten year old was pumped to enjoy a nice bowl of Moose Tracks ice cream right before bed time.... uh oh.

(It was delicious!)

back to the grocery store.... Good thing I'm a runner...