The DaddyMan was out of town last week and brought back a single serve box of Frosted Flakes leftover from his hotel breakfast. It was sitting on the counter and since I hate clutter, I opened it to have a small snack.
A sees me opening this magical box of sugar coated cereal, the likes of which I never buy, and asked, "Are you going to eat that?"
Like a good mother, I replied, "No, I'm going to toss handfulls of it around the house like snowflakes."
And I wonder why my kids are sarcastic...