I wish I could channel Dr. Seuss. If I could, I would write Green Eggs and Cheerios. Screw the ham. The pigs need a rest. Just ask George Orwell or Doreen Cronin (though Ms. Cronin, of Dooby Dooby Moo fame, seems to prefer ducks and cows).
But I’m a blogger with a Cheerio to squish.
Today’s post is a retrospective of places I’ve found Cheerios in my eight years of parenting. It’s also an indirect lesson on prepositional phrases.
I have found Cheerios
- In my bed
- Under my bed
- In the bathtub
- In my purse
- On my brush
- Under couch cushions
- Beside the TV
- In the toy box
- Under the toy box
- In clean diapers
- In my minivan
- Down the vent
- In my cleavage, melting…
Nothing like putting the “O” in Cheerios.
Where have you found (or do you dream of finding) Cheerios?
Do tell.
Alternatively, what’s your favourite breakfast cereal?
You had me at melting cleavage (great name for an all-girl punk band, btw).
Pretty sure I’ve shaken out what would amount to a full box of Cheerios from a carseat on several occasions. Combined with the gallon of milk that could be reconstituted from the floormats, you’d have a meal.
Personally, I prefer to get my breakfast grains from a can.
Ha. One of those camping barley sandwiches, perhaps?
Since I don’t have kids running around my place, I don’t have much to add to your first question. I don’t have anybody to blame if Cheerios start showing up in strange places. (honestly, I don’t know how it got THERE)
My favourite breakfast cereal…… Anything with those marshmallows. They are like a sugar-orgasm. I hate pulling out a box, pouring some cereal into the bowl, only to find that some marshmallow pirate has gone through and plundered the box for that sweet booty. (that sounded so naughty)
Of course, i then remember that I am the one that did the plundering. It happens every time. The bowl is full, the box is still tipped, and I see a few marshmallows sitting at the edge of the box, just begging to be plucked up and eaten. Who am I to deny their craving?
So I pluck. I eat. And pretty soon I find my arm burried up to my elbow in cereal and a maniacal laugh as the sugar hits my system. Good times. 😉
Love this comment. I can just picture you plundering the entire package.
Yarrrr
After Tech dumped a bowl while I was driving, I declared no more Cheerios in the car. They are in unreachable places.
Between the dash.
Under the seats.
In that crack where my hand won’t fit.
I have had the car professionally cleaned and I still can’t reach some of those suckers. Someday, I will get a new car. And no one will be allowed to eat in it.
There’s officially no eating in my “new” car. Just like there’s officially no drugs in cycling.
You’d have to be a “dope” to let them eat in the car. #Bazinga
Bwahaha. Or have an arm strong.
Just finished my 2 weeks of volunteer church cleaning and, you guessed it, at least half a cereal bowl each week on the floor. in the pews, in the hymn books…. but it is so good to have the little ones worshiping!
You need to bring a dog with you when you’re church cleaning. Or a kid. 🙂
Ah, well, as a brand new mom, I was changing my son’s diaper and to my horror, saw a swollen ring on his groin. Still naked on the change table, I dialed the pediatrician, freaking out that my precious baby had ring-worm or some other horrible affliction. As I was connected to the nurse, I touched ‘the growth’ so I could properly explain it and … it shifted. You know what’s coming … soggy cheerio.
I am spitting my tea out, Ginger. Those soggy Cheerio growths…
🙂
Love your creative list of prepositional phrases. I’m going to try that on my students.
Nowadays, Leanne, it’s the cats’ kibbles and bits we find all over. The kids have grown, have kids of their own, and they pick up after themselves.
The Kibbles Chronicles. Love it. I imagine they make delightful sounds when you vacuum them up.
Chocolate cheerios are the best cereal in the world. So good that they can’t sell them legally in California.
They need to have peanut butter Cheerios. Then my life will be complete.
up my son’s nose. More than once….
In the VCR (he was born in the ’90s after all).
Stuck to the dog’s back
a bowl full in the toilet bowl.
Cheerios cargo in his army trucks
Under my pillow. I think it was some kind of offering…
Ha. VCR. Brilliant.
In Matthew’s socks, his collection of rocks; in Luke’s ear, 3 times, I fear.
In the car, underneath the seat (three weeks later, they were fine to eat.)
In the bathtub, on the couch, in my hoodie’s mangy pouch.
Tucked in baggies, up a nose, thousand up the vaccumn hose.
In the fridge where they don’t belong, in the VCR – I know, it’s wrong.
Strung along a piece of string, crunched all up in the baby’s sling.
In the pew at Christmas Mass – (munching on ’em impedes boy-sass.)
On the mirror, in the toilet, bet you’re thinking, “Ain’t she done yet?”
Cheerios, it would appear, are the fun but messy “Toy of the Year!”
They’re cheap, they’re small, a great distraction – to walls they cleave with awesome traction.
Thankfully, my kids are growing, and no longer practice Cheerio-throwing.
They are, however, newly fixed upon taking aim with Shreddies and Kix….
You, my friend, are brilliant. This really deserves to be its own post! Thanks for making my day. 🙂
Woo Hoo! Impressive.
Fantastic, Liz!!
Love this topic – I’m with the other commenter, have dumped pounds out of child carseat, I’m sure.
This was so much fun! Who knew it was a rhyming kind of day? 🙂 Now back to domestic drudgery…sigh….
I envy your brain. Off to Hour 9-12 of Parent-Teacher Interviews this week. 🙂
We waste so many cheerios that I actually started buying “Scooters” instead. Probably saves me $50 a year.
But anyway, we took the dog to the vet and food a “honey nut scooter” in the dog’s ear…
Ha. The dog’s ear. That’s a new one!
In clean diapers? Forget that! I found them in the dirty diaper while changing it. EWWW!
I think I blocked that out.
Timely! Just this morning a sole cheerio rolled out of my PJ bottoms as I was changing.
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Hilarious. And timely indeed. I wonder where else they’re hidden…
Why, just this morning the dog was barking at the corner of the kitchen. What? What was it? Oh. A Cheerio. Go get em, Rover.
Was it a Zombie Cheerio, coming to life?
Aren’t they all?!
I somehow had four kids in five and a half years (yeah, I can’t figure it out either). So where didn’t I find Cheerios ? More strange I once found a paperback book binding in perfect shape in my daughter ‘s dirty diaper). Guess I didn’t feed her enough that day.
Four kids in five and a half years? You are the Cheerios Queen.
I’ve never actually seen Cheerios melt, but then again, I’ve never stuck them in my cleavage either. That’s an odd experiment, Leanne, but I guess if it’s for science…
Bwahaha. It’s global (or globular?) warming
At least your kids are clever…
I remember finding Cheerios floating in my friend’s toilet as a kid. Apparently his parents were trying to toilet train his little brother. They would throw a couple of Cheerios into the toilet bowl and encourage the brother to try to sink them. I suppose it may have helped his aim, but it sure turned me off of Cheerios for a while.
Funny! I doubt the General Mills marketing machine will adopt that tactic. I’ve heard of putting a couple drops of food dye in toilet water… As for me, I just waited until my kids trained themselves. It’s my haphazard approach to parenting.
This entire thread needs to be bronzed for the LOL quotient.
Cheerios seem relatively tame by comparison though. I’ve heard that Legos are infinitely more painful. So if you find Legos in the boobs, THEN you got problems.
Ouch. Lego. Yes.