My sister and I were roommates back in our Bible College days. And, we both loved cereal. No joke, we had what we called, "A Cereal Buffet." On any given day, there were 10 boxes of cereal to choose from for breakfast. And, we didn't believe in finishing a box, to open a new box. They all eventually got eaten. I've carried on this delightful college tradition. But it went awry this morning! When Skipper got the last of the precious Frosted Flakes... Two Blossoms were on the verge of tears... They scanned the FIVE (no exaggeration) open boxes of cereal and said, "There's nothing else to eat!" Mommy almost melted down... in a righteously indignant sort of way.
"There are children in other countries who are thankful for a bowl of OLD, MOLDY rice. I think you can pick something to eat out of these FIVE remaining boxes of cereal!"
I think we'll be working on thankfulness in the coming weeks.
