This past week, we were on vacation, but I managed to pack some cheerios for a "special" breakfast. I borrowed this joke from "The Happiness Project," a book I recently read. Wednesday night, I froze two bowls of cheerios then set them out for breakfast on Thursday.
"But I don't like cheerios," one child protested.
"Just eat them," I answered in my stern-mommy-voice.
"They're...frozen!"
"April Fool's"
I had my share of frozen coffee, snakes, lizards and...the wrong ferry!?, but that hearty breafast saw us through!
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