My Nemesis

I swore I'd never buy them again. And yet here they are, on top of my fridge. Rice Krispies. My Nemesis.

Sure they're cute with their snap, crackle, pop sounds. And yes, they make tasty treats. So tasty in fact, that I still ask for them when my Mom asks me what I'd like her to bake for our next visit.

However, as the preferred breakfast of two-year-old Ash, Rice Krispies have turned dastardly in my eyes. It's not because Ash sometimes likes to fish them out with his hands, squeezing all the milk out before shoveling them in his mouth. It's not even because Ash is generous like his father and often offers me a spoonful of Krispies, which I graciously accept while trying to ignore the fact that milk is dripping all over the table, down his arm, and onto his pants and chair. It's the before and after effects that get me.

No matter how carefully you pour the Krispies in the bowl, inevitably a few will fall on the counter and one or two will land on the floor. They will be crushed to bits and then your floor will feel gritty until the next time you sweep. In my house this could be a loooong time. This is annoying but the worst is yet to come.

After the Krispies have been soaked in milk, again some will end up on the floor. They happen to blend in with my carpet so I don't notice them at first. Not until I step on one and confuse it with a slimy booger on the bottom of my sock. Yes, they are sticky and gooey for a time. But that only lasts so long, then the real danger sets in.

I bet you didn't know Rice Krispies were a lethal weapon. They steal away, hiding under the lip of your table, just waiting for the perfect time to attack. I have had run-ins with them several times. On more than one occasion, Ash has gobbled three bowls for breakfast, I've cleaned him up and set to work on the table. Everything looked good, or so I thought. But that one Krispie was hiding there, building it's strength, waiting for me.

After the next meal I wipe up again. Only this time my hand scrapes along the now rock hard and extremely jagged Rice Krispie waiting for me. I swear, I've almost lost blood on those things!

I swore I would never buy them again, but alas, Rice Krispies are one of Ash's favorite cereals. If I have to suffer a few "boogers" on my socks and a couple of intense scratches for him to have his favorite cereal, then I guess I can do that in the name of love.

Funny quote of the day, by Asher: "I play drumma on the potty" - We were getting ready to go to storytime at the library and we were discussing what we'd do there. They have these plastic kids chairs that slightly resemble our potty chair I guess. Asher likes to sit on the floor and drum on them. Apparently to him, it's the highlight of storytime!