Are we out of Frosted Flakes again?

For Ava's birthday we had taken her to American Girl, which for those of you who don't know is this insane parental nightmare of a place where you can spend more on a custom doll for your beloved child than some nations spend on defense for an entire year.

So we were at lunch…yes, they serve lunch for the birthday girls, how else are they going to get the last of your money? Don't be stupid.

On the table were a series of question cards…these were tailored for little girls of course but you've probably played the adult version: Taboo. Generally those cards are designed to challenge the other players (your soon-to-be former friends) by asking the sort of moral questions that show you what sort of douchebaggery they engage in when under the influence of tequila and meth.

But I digress...

Anyway, we are driving to school and Ava is reading from the cards (the children's version) I think…

Ava: "If you created a breakfast cereal, what would be the slogan"?

Me: Hmmm, I guess it would be a children's cereal".

Ava: "Yes"?

Me: "So it would be: "Eat my damn cereal or Ill beat your narrow little ass".

Ava: "I don't think I would eat that cereal".

Me: "You don't know what you're missing".