“Snap, crackle, pop”? More like “Crunch, crunch, crunch” as they’re stepped on.
I told my six and four-year-old girls that, no, they cannot open that new box of cereal they want until they finish some of the plethora of nearly finished cereal boxes we already have. They agreed and began eating some of the old cereal without complaint, so I walked away to get some work done.
After a while I decided it had gotten rather quiet in the kitchen. Too quiet.
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I set my three girls up for breakfast this morning with a bowl of Rice Krispies. To the two oldest I also gave milk and a spoon. The youngest, 18 months, still no super hero with a spoon, got a smaller bowl of cereal moistened by milk, no spoon. I find less food ends up on the floor when you eliminate the middle man err… utensil. Noticing this arrangement, my 6-year-old said, “Sometime I want her to eat like a real girl.”