Anyway, the following was a short exchange between my girls:
Viva: Mommy, can I have more cereal?
Wife: Sure, sweety, what kind do you want?
Viva: I want Michael Jacks.
Wife: You want what....?
Anna (interjecting): They're not called Michael Jacks, Viva. They're called Fruity Jacksons.
Wife: ...Do you mean Apple Jacks?
Mmmm.. delicious Michal Jacks. Or is it Fruity Jacksons? I always get so confused.
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Side-story: did you know that when I was a kid my parents were so poor (click here for a post about food and gangs from when I lived on the West Side) we weren't allowed to have sugared cereal, and the only time we ever got it was as a present on Christmas morning. There they would be, the boxes of sugared cereal, all lined up in a row beside our stockings. Imagine if you had the hankering for Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Apple Jacks in the same year (say, 1989, for example.)
Disastrous. (No Mom, I have NO IDEA where the rest of Chris's Apple Jacks went...)
In closing, sugared cereal is good for kids because it reduces their need to steal from each other and teaches them about musical icons. So go give your kid a bowl of Cap'n Crunch. Stat.