Okay, this entry has nothing to do with writing . . . at all . . . really.
I have a son who is almost 20 months old (and knows what sound all the letters of the alphabet make:) *insert shameless bragging*) and he loves to get into things. This morning I was playing with my daughter when I heard the unmistakeable sound of Cheerios hitting the floor. If you are a mother, you're probably all too familiar with this sound.
Knowing it was already too late I nonetheless rushed in to try to stop the disaster. There is my son with a super-sized bag or Cheerios (or whatever it is Malt-o-Meal calls their equivalent) upside down. I managed to save about half the bag.
So my table and floor are covered with Cheerios. I figure the ones on the floor are toast, but the ones on the table are salvageable, right? I mean, the table's clean. So I look at the rather small opening in the bag and realize I am going to lose half of the cereal if I try to brush it right from the table into the bag.
What do I need?
A funnel!
Ladies and Gentlemen, repeat after me: Cheerios do not fit through the bottom of a funnel.
Friday, November 10, 2006
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2 comments:
Cheerios do not fit through the bottom of a funnel. :}=
Ha! I know the sound well. Salvaging cereal is always a difficult task.
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