Oh, Cheerios! You magical little things! You remind me of the bible story of the fish and loaves of bread – miraculously multiplying to feed thousands.
I spend over an hour cleaning the house only to see Lily pick one (or more) of you up and pop you into her mouth. Where did you come from? I know I didn’t see you on the floor when I finished. I am sure I vacuumed all of you up.
I sometimes lie in my bed and feel you pressed against a bare arm or leg. We never snack on you in our bedrooms. How did you possibly make it up the stairs?
I go to put on my shoes and feel the familiar crunch under my feet. Is there some sort of cheerio party in there that I wasn’t aware of?
I reach into my pocket for my gloves, a receipt, or some change and there you are, mixed in with everything else. I don’t recall bringing you with us anywhere lately.
I find you on the floor of my car. Are you sneaking in for a ride?
How do you manage to show up everywhere? What is your secret?
However you do it, my dear Cheerios, we appreciate you always trying to be there for us. Although, we really do not need you to be. We honestly prefer that you stay in the box on the top of the fridge.
But can you share your secret with our money?