Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Makin' a Splash
I'm not a big fan of milk. Never was. At breakfast each morning, a tall glass was always waiting for me. Let's see. We tasted pancakes, French toast, oatmeal, hot buttered toast, Cream of Wheat, Wheaties, Cherrios, Jets, Trix, Captain Crunch, Sugar Pops, Rice Krispies, Corn Flakes, Alpha-bits, Apple Jacks, Fruit Loops, Cocoa Puffs, and some Frosted Flakes. With four kids at the table we sampled all these breakfast delights and a few more I bet. Grampa tried to win me over to shredded wheat, but he wasn't too convincing. It looked like hay to me. Still does. I always reminded Mom that most all of these had milk added to some degree. Apparently, I wouldn't have made a very good lawyer. Afterall, if I couldn't win my Mom over at the most important meal of the day, my chances in a courtroom were going to be pretty slim. I must say though, whatever we wanted in a cereal box had a pretty good chance of finding its way to our kitchen table. The glass of milk had to disappear though. Her rule. Mostly, I obliged.
What was your pleasure for breakfast growing up?
Oh, and I really liked the cereal with the prizes.
The submarine that, loaded with baking soda, would go up and down in the bathtub.