You see, growing up, we didn't get breakfast cereal much. At least, we didn't get the name-brand, sugar-tastic breakfast cereal. I'm assuming it's because the cereal was too expensive and not ideally nutritious or "part of this complete breakfast," despite the indoctrinating slogans commercials taught me. Each birthday, Mom and Dad gave us a special box of cereal, usually a limited-edition or brand-new type of cereal.
To the Boren clan, cereal is a special dessert-like food.
A few years ago, I bought Kevin some delicious waffle shaped cereal for his half-birthday (just because). It wasn't Waffle Crisp, it was a local brand.
Embarrassingly... I ate the whole box before he could get a chance at eating even a single bowl. IT WAS DIVINE! I went back to the store later that week to try to redeem myself, and sadly, it was already off the shelves, NEVER .... EVER .... TO RETURN.
Now, it wasn't his birthday this time, but I figured Kevin needed some special cereal about two weeks ago because I was leaving him alone with our young son for four whole days so I could adventure some of the East Coast. I felt like that deserved some breakfast cereal, so I bought him the following two boxes:
I had tried Oreo O's before, but not Nutter Butter cereal. Sweetly, Kevin has saved a bowlful of the Nutter Butter cereal all this time because he didn't want to commit a "cereal sin" by depriving me of trying some.
But I reminded him of the waffle cereal, and that I had already committed the greater cereal sin. He laughed at that (it makes me blush when he thinks I'm funny, because hardly anyone does).
But he's a cereal saint. He still hasn't touched the reserve in the box so I can have a taste.
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