Elliot is a Cheerio-aholic. Every so often, she gets out her little snack cup, brings it to me asking for Cheerios, and so begins a Cheerio marathon. How long it lasts is anybody’s guess. Days. Weeks. You never know. Probably as long as her growth spurt, I suppose.
Wherever it begins, and this has happened more times than I can count her two and a half years, she gets whatever Cheerios we have in the house -typically honey-nut. But as soon as I make a grocery run after she begins again with the Cheerios, I get her the plain Jane yellow box of Cheerios. Such was the case this week. Two days in to her snacking binge, I bought her plain, boring Cheerios. I filled her cup. She watched me.
“Smell,” she demanded.
I took a big whiff. “Mmm, smells like Cheerios!” I said.
She snorted at me. “No! It smells blech! It smells blech! THOSE Cheerios (She points at the yellow box behind her.) smell BLECH!”
Clearly she’s a fan of the sweetened variety.
I told the story to Blaine tonight. He asked her if they smell good. She told him in no uncertain terms that they smell awful.
I laughed all over again.
She has discovered Stellan likes both varieties.
Tonight when she failed to eat even a minor portion of her supper, I told her the Cheerios were banned. She was not pleased. She argued for a moment, then asked for a banana.