Monkey Cereal

I have kind of strange eating habits these days. What can you expect from a toddler living with a pregnant woman? Most of the time there is only one thing I want to eat. I ask for it nicely, smiling and nodding to encourage parental compliance. I sneak into the pantry to try to get it for myself. I refuse other food that is given to me. And I fall to the floor weeping and thrashing when my will is denied.

This very special food is cereal with milk and a spoon. Just like the big people eat. My favorite kind has four big letters on the box that say L-I-F-E alongside a picture of Curious George. Since I cannot read the words on the box very well (cut me some slack, I'm still working through that song), I call it Monkey Cereal! Sometimes when I ask for it I scratch my armpits and say "Oooh oooh ooooh, heee heee heee" like a monkey. That makes Mommy and Daddy laugh.