Fried Cereal

Okay, I'm back! 

First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who commented on Jenny's guest post.  You guys are awesome!  The winner of the giveaway is Arni at Travel Gourmande.  Congratulations, Arni!

It was a crazy weekend!  Yesterday, after preparing my house for another showing, I had to go to a theater to assist with our dance studio's annual showcase recitals.  It was 8 1/2 hours of dealing with toddlers in tutus!  I don't mind those adorable little princesses, but when they're biting and scratching, and hitting, and dancing on tables, and drawing on floors, I get just a wee bit grouchy!  Oy!

But that's not my story.  Here's my story:

A few days ago, I shipped my eight year old son, to his Grandpa's house.  (Okay, not really shipped, but had him picked up and taken there.)  I couldn't handle my kids bickering non-stop while I was stressing over cleaning every single piece of dog hair off of the floor. I figured the only way I would get a little peace was to remove one of my offspring.  (I was right!)

Grandpa was thrilled to spend a little time with his grandson.

When Bubba came home, he raided the refrigerator.  "Mama, I'm starving!  Grandpa didn't feed me!"

I looked at the kid.  "What do you mean, 'Grandpa didn't feed you'?"

"He didn't give me dinner the whole time I was there.  Except for one time when he fed me fried cereal."

My eyes got real big.  "Fried cereal?  What the heck is that?  What kind of cereal?"  I had to know.

"Grandpa put some Cheerios in a frying pan and fried it up.  Then he put some peaches on top."

I shook my head.  "Well, at least he didn't shoot a squirrel and put it in his crockpot for you to eat."

My son laughed.  "Grandpa tried to shoot a snake, but it got away.  He probably would've tried to cook that if he had killed it."

I seriously need to have a talk with that guy!  Oy gewalt!