Cereal

On Friday nights we leave a box or two of cereal on the table with bowls and spoons. The kids get up at their normal crack of dawn on Saturday morning, and Trevor and I sleep in a little longer. Carson is very proud of the fact that he can take care of himself and his sister. He gets them cereal and then they watch a few shows on Noggin. Then later when I come down I fix a big family breakfast and we start our Saturday. This morning was a little different. When I came down to make waffles there were a few new boxes of cereal with huge holes poked in them, the prizes were of course removed. Carson was the ring leader, as he is the only one tall enough to climb the ladder stool and retrieve the cereal boxes from the highest shelf in the pantry. Paige was sitting on the floor enjoying a medley of newly opened Cookie Crisp, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and Golden Grahms. We now have five boxes of cereal open and this might be the end to my sleeping in on Saturday mornings! Why do cereal companies put prizes in the box? As if the sugar is not enough for us mothers!