A Frosted Flakes Man

After I came across this story at Spin the Moon, I remembered this little episode this past weekend.

While visiting my brother this past weekend, we stayed at the Holiday Inn Express on the other side of town. I went downstairs for breakfast and a father was there with his 4 year old son.

The father said, “What kind of cereal do you want for breakfast, son? They have Cheerios, Corn Flakes, …”

The son interrupted indignantly, put his hands on his hips, and said, “Daddy, you know I’m a Frosted Flakes man!”

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