My neighbor did an exceedingly excellent job of making me feel special on my birthday. (Darn her!) I was quite nervous as to how I could possibly return the favor. Then I realized the solution was simple.
I walked inside from the garage and called to my son, “Oh, Joooo-sepppphhh.”
“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.
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?