Wish I had some Honey Nut Cheerios now! |
I've learned this lesson because I saw a commercial for a cereal, Cheerios, and since I've noticed I'm getting bigger, and my supply of Gerber Puffs is getting smaller, I thought I'd like to try a new snack for in my cup with the swirly grabber lid, and Cheerios would fit the bill.
I just love the sound of "Cheerios," don't you, Big People? "Cheery-OH!" Or if you're a francophone, "Cheery-eaux!" That'd mean "happy water!" I hear some of you Big People really like "happy water!" Good for you! I drink just regular-water, and that's good for me!
I said 'please' and everything! |
You just can't trust a grown-up. |
Then I grabbed a couple and put them in my mouth. WHAT?! I was expecting honey-ness and nuttiness with my Cheerios, and these tasted like just plain Cheerios! Mommy! What the heck? I looked at the box! It said "Cheerios" on it, but where was the cute little honeybee? Nowhere! Nowhere on that box was the honeybee, and I was specific when I wrote it on Mommy's shopping list! I said PLEASE!
When I asked Mommy about it, she just said that she wants me to get used to eating regular Cheerios before I get the Honey Nut ones, and then she put me in my office and walked away. Excuse me, but I was still yelling! Mommy!
Zebras like oats! Zebra'll help me eat all those Cheerios! |
Anyway, boy have I ever learned that if I want the right box of Cheerios to come home from the store, I'd better have my hiney in that shopping cart and be right there with Mommy to make sure she picks the one with the cute little honeybee on it. I'm going to write this down, so in a year, when I finish my double-box of plain Cheerios, I'll remember to go with Mommy to the store to get the right Cheerios next time. That's what I'm gonna do!
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