So THIS happened.

I walked inside from the garage and called to my son, “Oh, Joooo-sepppphhh.”

“Yes?”

“Who’s you’re favorite moooo-mmmyyyy?”

His response, I kid you not: “Is it Chex Mix?”

First of all, no, he does not think CM is his mommy. He just surmised (as a four-year-old!) that I had gone to the store and bought him CM. I didn’t tell anyone I was going to the store. This child is just that good at sniffing the stuff out.

That and he’s been asking for it for days, to the point where, last night, after tucking him in bed, Hubby says to me, “Joe asked for Chex Mix again. You should probably pick some up.”

Finally I did. He’s lucky it was on sale, because you know that’s how I roll. So, in response to the above question from Joe, I laughed and said, “Yes!” more out of amazement that he guessed the reason for the sing-song voice than out of excitement for having the stuff in my home again.

I have clearly passed the CM torch onto my son.

He said, “Could you bring me a bowl?” But as I had other groceries to put away and did not bring him a bowl of the golden deliciousness in less than 60 seconds, he came to get it himself.

If only I could get him that excited about bed time.

Can’t talk. Eating Cheddar Chex Mix.

The last time I brought CM home, he saw the bag on the counter, grabbed it, and literally tried to tear it open with his teeth.

Monster officially created.

That time, btw, was when I had gone to that other store where I’d seen new flavors. I had asked your advice. Remember these?

This time, I had some crazy coupon where I’d get $1 off three. This particular store doesn’t carry the cheddar flavor. I grabbed a Buffalo Ranch but was too afraid of the Ghost Pepper. I also grabbed a blue Traditional and considered getting a second Buff Ranch for my third, but, thankfully, my wise and wonderful neighbor was with me. She advised me to only get one of the new flavor, as I might not like it. She was right. I did not. But Hubby finished it for me.

Speaking of Neighbor, a few days ago I texted her some discouraging news, ending with, “I could use a drink.” She commiserated with me like a CHAMPION friend, and, as if that weren’t enough to prove her awesomeness, there was a knock on my door a few minutes later. She stood there holding this:

She had me at “Solo.”

A couple states to the right, and it would’ve been 5:00. Close enough.

Backing up a bit to the other store where I was buying CM with my neighbor, guess who was our check-out guy? Someone who transferred out of my store back in January. If you’ve followed my blog long enough, you already know the answer. So that was a fun little catch up with the CMG, and yet, somehow, after 95% of the time seeing me at the old store and asking if I was buying CM even when I often wasn’t, I LITERALLY bought CM and NOTHING was said about it.

Weird.

Anyone want to guess what’s in the drink??