I was inappropriately excited to see this face looking back at me from the display in the grocery store the other day. I may have jumped up and down a little.
|Yes, that's Count Chocula in a Fruit Loops bowl.|
We're not cereal segregationists here at Masked Mom Headquarters.
*A fairly convincing argument could be made that this is really just another part of my previously mentioned dysfunctional relationship with food, thereby making this not the twelfth way but the eleventh-and-a-half way I am not a grown-up, but I'm pretty sure we'll get to infinity faster if we count this one as twelve.