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Originally posted by dtb
Oh, please. Don't EVEN get me started on the cereals. The most exotic brand we were allowed to have was Rice Krispies (but at least it was a name brand, and not from the organic food store and made of kelp). When we would visit my grandmother, we were allowed to have ONE junk box of cereal for the whole week. (I can't remember whether it was one box each, or one box for all of us... perhaps it was one box each.) It was a pretty big deal when we would go to the supermarket to pick any cereal we wanted!! I remember being pretty loyal to King Vitaman (I can't remember if it was spelled that way or not -- but it was definitely pronounced Vita-Man -- the jingle was: "King Vita-Man -- have breakfast with the King!" -- man, what a crappy jingle, although I guess not, as I still remember it with perfect clarity.) I also liked Frosted Flakes. My brother was a Captain Crunch man.
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Evidently, this is what grandparents are for. Notwithstanding our efforts to shield the (Not So) Tiny Slothrop (a/k/a Ti) from the evils of the world, his grandmother introduced him to Froot Loops and its wicked siblings this summer. Clearly she is the serpent and it is the apple.
Freudians, go to work on how I just called my mom a snake. Or maybe you can do something with that, Burger?
