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
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.
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