It was 7:30pm.
"Fine," I say dropping the load of laundry onto my bed, otherwise known as laundry folding central, and wander into the kitchen.
Although we'd just returned home from a delicious Chinese dinner with our friends, apparently that was just not enough for our wee little princess. Apparently she had a hankering for a little cereal to top things off. Apparently I will be needing to visit the children's section of Old Navy before they go out of business and purchase her a wardrobe in the next size up (I know I'm not the only one doing this)!
So I dug around in the pantry until I found the last box of Honey Nut Cheerios and began to pour.
"That's not it!" she yelled, desperately.
"What do you mean this isn't it? You always eat this cereal."
"That's not it!" she demanded.
I scratched my head and took a deep breath, willing all the patience I had left after a day of visiting the dentist and asking the boys to kindly stop wrestling in a voice I feared was about to jump ship (or so says the scratch that won't go away in the back of my throat), I said, "What kind of cereal are you talking about?"
"The kind in the white box." she said.
So I looked in the pantry again, wishing that a white box of cereal would appear. It didn't.
"I don't see any in a white box," I told her, "Are you sure it was in a white box?"
"Yes, Mom. I am sure," she said "It was in a white box and it had nuts on it, the kind that are brown on the outside and white in the middle."
Brown on the outside and white in the middle?
I looked in the pantry again, hoping with all my might that this special box of desired cereal would appear. It didn't.
"Honey, I don't know what you are talking about, I don't see any cereal in there that has brown nuts with white in the middle."
She was having none of that.
"Mom! The brown nuts with the white in the middle!" she announced, followed up with, "You know what I mean!"
OK, I admit that lately my brain has had a hard time keeping track of the most basic of things, like when Wyatt has crossing guard duty (the teacher put the wrong initial after his name on the schedule, how was I to know?) and my appointments (totally, completely forgot one last week), but I really had no idea what she was talking about.
I thought, and I thought, and I thought.
And then, it hit me.
The brown nuts with the white in the middle.
"Do you mean almonds, Katie?" I asked.
"Yes! Yes, almonds mommy." she squealed.
And then I knew right where to find this special cereal with the brown nuts with the white in the middle, the almonds. I reached up high where we put the big boxes of cereal whose time hasn't come yet and pulled the white box from the shelf. There it was, plain as day.
A box of Honey Bunches of Oats, with Almonds.
Well, now that we have that all cleared up...