For years Jen has teased me about how many boxes of Cheerios I buy at a time (hey, they're always on sale and they make so many different kinds). But early last week we were down to just one box and I feeling proud about how close I was to "clearing" all that cupboard space. As I ate a bowl, Ana seemed especially interested, so I offered her a single "O". Her eyes lit up. A day or two later I was taking the Cheerios box down for what I thought would be the final bowl when Jen announced: "Hey, don't eat any of Ana's Cheerios. We're almost out." "Ana's Cheerios?" I asked. "Yes," Jen said. "She loves them." Ana sat there, smug. I now check with "the girls" before eating a bowl, to make sure I am not putting a dent in our precious Cheerio's supply.
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