I have love-hate relationships with a few things in my life; Ikea….love the furniture, HATE the process of buying and making it; technology….cant live with it, can’t live without it!…and my most frustrating love-hate relationship is with Cheerios. Everyone I know loves Cheerios, they are a staple of family life. I purchased my first box approximately 17 3/4 years ago when my oldest daughter was first able to eat them and I am still purchasing them on a weekly basis. They are fun to eat, portable, decently healthy, and most of all, the kids love them. If given a choice between a bowl of popcorn and a bowl of Cheerios, I’m not sure which one would win in this house.
They are watching you….always watching….
With so much love for this tiny little nugget how could anyone hate them you ask? I hate them because I think they’re secretly trying to take over the world. Think about it, they are EVERYWHERE! Pull up a couch cushion and there they are. Look in between ANY seat in the car and they are staring back at you. You can superclean your house but the second you move one piece of furniture there they are, lying in wait. Every time you walk around the house barefoot (a rare thing for me as I am not a barefoot person)… You can almost count on hearing at that horrific crunch sound of a cheerio being pulverized into the floor. That sound would be very satisfying if it didn’t also mean that you now had to clean up the mess. If your times on my kids are growing up I would go on a cheerio strike. I would just stop buying them, hoping no one would notice and that the zombie cheerio population would go down. The kids always noticed and those darn stalking Cheerios seemed to be able to maintain their population just fine.
Once our vacuum cleaner went on the fritz. Desperate to keep the cheerio population in check, I immediately went on a hunt for a new vacuum. I think I surprised a lot of vacuum salespeople since I showed up with my own test, a Ziplock baggie full of Cheerios. You can imagine their surprise when I asked to try their vacuums as I’m dumping Cheerios onto their sales floor. You would be surprised how many vacuums do not pick Cheerios… (further proof of their attempt to take over the world). It took several different vacuum stores before I found the weapon of choice. This vacuum has sucked enough Cheerios in it’s short lifetime to feed a small country that they still seem to be everywhere.
My youngest is 10. I am looking at a minimum of eight more long years of Cheerios. If I ever go missing, look under the couch….that is probably where the C
heerio zombies will take me.
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