By Kent V Anderson
When I was six, I loved Cheerios.
Each morning I’d fill my bowl to the brim. Then I added way too much milk, which floated the cereal over the edge of the bowl onto the kitchen table.
I would pick up each milk-wet Cheerio, stick it between my lips, and loudly suck it down whole. Until there were no more on the table. Then I’d add more milk, which would cause more Cheerios to overflow, and I’d slurp them down as well.
About that time, my father would whack me on the head with his newspaper.
That was my favorite part.
very satisfying read!
101 word stories are much like Cheerios, slurp them up one at a time!
Thanks Lee!
I thought blah, blah, blah, but the last line was killer!
But if I had just written “blah, blah, blah,” they wouldn’t have published it.
So I wrote something about Cheerios.
Thank you, Dave!
I wonder if the same thing would have happened with Wheaties? What did the father have for breakfast, by the way? Nicely told tale, Kent.
Wheaties are best when soaked,
then individually flattened with a spoon,
and finally licked up one at a time.
Father was annoyed by this also.
Thanks Bobby!
Am loving today’s repertoire of 101 words. Very refreshing!
Thank you, Smila!
Love this. As a thirty-something, it conjures similar scenes from not-too-long-ago with my dad. As a dad, it conjures scenes from this morning! Thanks for sharing!