I was sitting at the computer this morning, checking my stats and having some Raisin Bran.
My youngest son, E, age seven, came up to me and asked, “What are you eating?”
“Cereal,” I said.
He burst out laughing. “That’s funny! Grown-ups don’t eat cereal.”
I looked at him in confusion. “Of course grown-ups eat cereal.” But then I thought about it. Through my many anti-carb diets, my starvation diets and my never-ever-ever-ever-eat-breakfast diets, he probably hasn’t ever seen me eat cereal.
What a mixed-up eating world it is when a kid thinks an adult eating cereal is the height of upside-down humor.