to help keep his weight up.
The other night, I stepped out of the pantry and held two boxes of cereal
in front of me.
"Trey, pick which cereal you want," I instructed him tersely.
It was late, I was tired and therefore, vaguely irritated.
He stood before me, considered his options and then
he KICKED one of the boxes of cereal!
"THAT one!" he crowed happily.
"TREY!" I shouted. "WHY ON EARTH would you KICK the box of cereal like that?"
"Well," he replied with a sheepish grin and twinkling eyes, "it IS called Kix!"
I burst out laughing.
What a clever boy. Just saved himself from a thorough ass-kicking.