My name is Kimberly. I’m 31 years old and I thoroughly enjoy mauling a bowl of children’s cereal.
What could be better than a bowl of round pebbles of something they claim to be made from whole wheat healthy crap….
…which we adults know they are made from unicorn poop, rainbows, love and sunshine with a kilo of sugar…
Nothing. There is nothing better.
Except for Lucky Charms but that isn’t what this post is about.
On this particular morning, I had ran out of my oatmeal.
Oh the humanity.
I eyed up the box of Trix on the counter and the whole wheat bread.
Whole wheat bread.
My life is more exciting than keeping me regular, I promise.
I became a rebel that morning and reached for the Trix.
I took my seat at the kitchen table.
My spoon took a dainty dip into the milk that was already turning into some fruity concoction that will rot my teeth no doubt.
Put the pebbles into my mouth.
And the heavens parted.
I blew through not one but 2 bowls ignoring the fact that the pebbles were like chewing on glass cutting up the roof of my mouth.
While my 3 year old watched in horror.
Chunky: Trix are for kids. And you’re old.
How about that compliment for a Monday morning?
*Do you eat your child’s cereal?