The Times Are a Changin’

W loves Cheerios (aka “cheeries”); he eats them every morning — sometimes
with a banana, sometimes without a banana. He wakes up talking about cheeries
and grabs the box off the counter with gusto. Then one day, without warning
(and right after buying a HUGE box at the grocery store), he suddenly says, “No,
Mommy, no cheeries. Toast.” Where did this come from?

So I make the toast and he eats it. This is day 4 of toast with jam. Cheeries seem
to be a thing of the past. Why? I have no idea. None.

Kids are so weird.

-Tightrope Mama

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