Dad loves his Cheerios. He would eat them every day if he could. Sometimes Mom fixes him eggs instead. He likes the egg action, but then, later in the day, we always find him standing at the pantry door longingly staring at his beloved Cheerios.
Now, me, I prefer the Mom Juice, but this whole toasted oats thing is certainly intriguing.
I might just have to give it a try -- in a few months.
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Just wait til he starts hiding inside the pantry, feeding his habit until some poor unsuspecting soul opens the door and subsequently jumps out of their skin. Oh, the memories! Good times.
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