I think I'm starting to feel like a Baby Boomer. On Thanksgiving Day, N and I were chatting about cereal and our favorites as kids. Though she's one of five kids, somehow she got her own box of cereal. I had 2 sisters, a brother, and an occasional cousin to contend with for television remote control dominance, but wasn't so lucky. My folks were ballin' on a budget, so we got economy-sized boxes of Frosted Flakes and Crispix--it'll be a cold day before I eat one of those cereals again. (Since the statute of limitations has already passed, remind me to tell you about the times David, Janelle, and I would sit in the car for what seemed like hours while my parents shopped in Sam's Club. It would explain a lot about my ability to entertain myself for long periods of time with little to no aides. But that's another blog.)
