Cheerio Blizzard

I didn’t let Grant go out to play in the snow this weekend because I’m a mean mom. And I hate the cold. And Grant being outside necessitates an adult being outside. The older three can fend for themselves. So, while the three girls went outside to fulfill all of their wondrous winter desires Grant was forced to stay inside in our dungeon of a home staring at them enviously out our dining room windows. He had the last laugh though. Today, upon entering my kitchen, he proceeded to create a blizzard of Cheerios. White out conditions. He was actually making a snow angel with his legs in them. I’m not kidding. There were drifts up underneath the cabinet doors. I didn’t want to waste a good box of Cheerios so I just brushed those things right back into the bag. Guests: Please don’t eat the Cheerios. Children: Please plan on pulling hair out of your mouth during breakfast. But hey, at least Rose came up with a good long-term permanent solution. She Scotch-Taped the pantry doors shut. What she lacked in implementation she made up for in resourcefulness. Problem solved. At least until I need the potato chips.