So, my-two-year old has fallen in love with Shreddies.
Not something I usually buy, but they were on sale and we were getting tired of our usual Cheerios/Rice Krispies breakfast rotation.
The front of the box has a lovely picture of a bowl of Shreddies adorned with the most delicious looking blueberries and raspberry pieces.
I know these delightful little pieces of fruit do not come in the box (and if they did, they’d be freeze-dried, sugar-coated, and probably not that delightful).
But my little boy does not get this.
So every morning when I pull the box from the pantry shelf, he gets so excited, clapping his hands and yelling, “Booberwies! Trawberwies! YAY!” (Yes, I know they are raspberries. But he sees red and that’s a strawberry to him.)
I explain to him that he’s only getting Shreddies and Mommy doesn’t have blueberries or strawberries to put on his cereal. He seems to accept this. Yet, each morning, as he eats his cereal, he diligently lifts up each Shreddie and looks underneath for the ubiquitous blueberries and strawberries.
I feel bad for him. He loves fruit on his cereal. He always has bananas on his Rice Krispies.
But I’ve just been too ragged lately to remember to buy strawberries (or raspberries) and blueberries.
Must. Put. On. Grocery. List.