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Windy day today. Not breezy,

I have a problem of

I have a problem of sorts. An issue, if you will. See, I've been giving the boys Honeycomb cereal for breakfast. Hey, they like it. I know, that alone should qualify as an issue in my life. After all, the main ingredients of Honeycomb cereal are...(checking the box)...sugar, preservatives, bad parenting choices, and more sugar. And sucrose.
Sadly, that's not my issue. I'm perfectly ok with serving them such horrible food for the most important meal of the day. Not proud of it, perhaps, but I can live with myself. After all, morning is not my best time. Recently Tre said to me, "Mama, you're the best!" I had just granted him some boon...GameBoy time or something, I don't remember. I raised an eyebrow at him and asked, "Would I still be 'the best' if I hadn't just given you what you want?" and he replied, "Oh, yeah! You're ALWAYS the best...except maybe a little bit in the morning. You're a little grumpy in the morning."
Like it's my fault morning comes so flippin' early.
Off the point... or as someone says, thanks for playing.
No, my problem is that whenever I pull that big yellow box out of the cupboard I start singing, "Honeycomb's big - yeah, yeah, yeah! It's not small - no, no, no!" Remember that jingle from when we were kids? "Honeycomb's got a big, big taste! Big big..." Right about there my memory falters. Hey, I don't know how I know as much as I do. We didn't even own a TV for most of my childhood, and when we got one we were required to turn down the sound for the commercials.
But somehow that song lingers in the murky recesses of my brain. And I've passed this particular curse on to my boys. They are singing the jingle (or as much of it as I can remember) too. I feel guilt over that.
And yet, somehow, the fact that my loyal readers are going to be persecuted with that rattling through their minds all day...that doesn't bother me all that much.



The full song:

Honeycomb's big
yeah yeah yeah
It's not small
no no no
Honeycomb's got
a big big bite
Big Big taste
and a big big bite


I song the fig newton song to my kids.

Da, da, da, ooey gooey rich and chewy inside;
golden, flakey, tender, cakey outside...

and so on. I can do the whole think complete with final one-legged pose at the end.

I like fig newtons because they are a serving from the fruit group.

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