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Sunday, November 20, 2011


"I put my pants on just like everyone else... one leg at a time."

Eating a bowl of cereal isn't like eating an Oreo or a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup.  It's one of those things that most people just do the same way.  Put cereal and milk in the bowl.  Eat it.  Period.

Of course, there are exceptions.  When eating Marshmallow Mateys (seriously... who actually buys Lucky Charms?) many of us probably save the marshmallows for last.  As kids, my sisters and I used to try to guess the number of pieces in a bowl of Honey Buzzers (HoneyComb...) and then count each piece as we ate.  Sure, I'll occasionally eat my Fruity O's by color; who doesn't?

But still, the process is the same.  You just eat the cereal.  Then, if you're a milk drinker, you drink the milk.

Not Dylan.  On a personal mission to challenge anything considered conventional, he developed his own process early on.  He drinks the milk first, then eats the cereal.  On particularly thirsty mornings, he demands that I refill the milk in his bowl, and he'll drink two or three helpings before touching the cereal.  I think it's weird.  I think it is adorable.  I think it is perfect, and I hope he never stops.

What could be more fun than sitting around as a family talking to Dylan's new wife and having her comment on how weird it is that he drinks the milk first?

But I imagine he'll outgrow it, and all I will have left is this blog to remind me of his own little process.


Kris said...

Brielle did the SAME thing for a while. I love how each kid is so unique and different.