Ben likes them.
A total mystery. I said “Good, you can eat it, it won’t go to waste.” When we ran out of cereal last night, he tried to convince me it was good. I said I’m not eating it. He tried to convince me to eat toast. Toast – really does nothing much for me. It’s the kind of thing I’ll eat – if it’s there, sometimes. But it’s not something I seek out. Fortunately, there was a bowl’s worth of Cheerios left this morning.