Honey Bunches of Oats

So congratulations me on letting Owen become a complete monster this morning. Yesterday, while grocery shopping, I thought it would be a good idea to pick up a box of Honey Bunches of Oats with Chocolate Flakes. Why do you ask?? Currently we allow Owen a small treat when he eats his Rice Krispies in the morning and we mix in some Cocoa Krispies. Not too much however so he does not go completely bonkers at the sitters. Anyway, I digress so I can get back to the Honey Bunches of Oates now with chocolate flakes.

I pour some of the regular version of the cereal into his bowl and he complains a little so what does dad do? That's right, he heads to the pantry for something else, the newest version of HB of O with Chocolate Flakes! I guess you could say it is somewhat equivalent to Bill Cosby's story of feeding chocolate cake to his kids one morning. If you have never heard that bit you should go listen to it, you will laugh very hard. Anyway, I pull out a couple of flakes, both chocolate in nature and proceed to eat one showing Owen they taste so, so good! So guess what, being the good son he is he decides he has to try what dad is eating. Low and behold, Mikey, he likes it!

This is where things start to go terribly wrong. Owen then decides the only flakes he could possibly eat for breakfast are now clearly chocolate flakes. I proceed to say and then ask Wendy "I think I screwed up, did I screw up?" I bet no one out there can possibly guess what Wendy said? So now I am fighting tooth and nail to get Owen to eat something other than anything coated with chocolate to no avail. He eats every last crumb he can find that resembles chocolate and then, of course, wants more. How dare my child not eat what I am feeding him but want something else that is in the box that only lies a few tantalizing feet away!?

Moral of the story? Dad = Dumb. I bet I could find a way to do a math proof on that too. OK, never mind.