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Visiting the Sins of the Parents

Monday, 27 February 2012

We. were. relentless.

For weeks — nay, months — we asked, begged, cajoled, negotiated, and pleaded. And I imagine that DadGiraffe believed there was no other choice than to grant our wish.

It was not without provisos, however. If we insisted that he bring home a cereal that he warned would be foul-tasting, we had to finish it. All of it. The entire box. It would be one of the two open boxes that were permitted at any given time. [Although, I do recall that at a certain point, perhaps after Ace was old enough to eat cereal, that there was a temporary three open-box amendment to the rule.] Should we fail to consume the entirety of the cereal in question, a sugar-cereal moratorium would go into effect. Immediately. And eternally.

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You don’t need me to tell you the rest of the story, as Paul Harvey was wont to say. DadGiraffe bought Cookie Crisp and it was, in fact, vile. Just vile. And try as I might, I could not bring myself to finish the box.

I am amazed, these many years later, that I never thought to siphon off a bowl-sized amount each day. It might have saved us from the sugar-cereal hiatus that befell our home. And while it wasn’t eternal, it was several years in length. Long enough to drive home the point.

So when my own children recently asked, begged, cajoled, negotiated, and pleaded, I shared my own woeful tale. Hoping that we could avoid the mistake and associated consequence. It is the rare child who is willing to make decisions based on his or her parent’s life experience.

And that rare child is not to be found among the frummies.

I bought, they tasted.
And now they are trying to consume the vile, foul-tasted cereal in their attempt to have a different ending to their story.

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. Monday, 27 February 2012 9:38 am

    This bring back memories. Not of Cookie Crisp. But of Yoo Hoo. That chocolately drink with that wacky rabbit that looked soooo amazing! I begged and pleaded as well and as a special treat (it may have been a birthday or a holiday–it was definitely out of the ordinary), my mom got it for me.

    I couldn’t choke it down. Luckily, my mom didn’t make me finish it. But it did teach me the valuable lesson that things aren’t as good as they look in the ads.

    I had forgotten about that Yoo Hoo. Thanks for that memory!

  2. Monday, 27 February 2012 9:41 am

    What vile poison did they choose for themselves, poor dears?

  3. Monday, 27 February 2012 9:51 am

    This is not how I remember this going at all (except the end result). If I have time, I will blog my version.

  4. Monday, 27 February 2012 10:25 pm

    This is a fabulous legend of childhood, a marvelous play-book of parenting and a cautionary tale about sugar cereals. 😉 I really want to read quirkynerdygal’s version of the story.

  5. Jockbro permalink
    Tuesday, 28 February 2012 2:28 pm

    I don’t recall this specific incident…perhaps I was too young. I do recall, however, having mostly healthy cereals growing up and to this day I much prefer them over the sugary ones, which is strange because in most other ways my diet is not nutrition-based.

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