I Cereal-sly Love You

My dad and his love for cereal – unconditional.

Growing up, we always had cereal in my house. Not just one box, or two, or three. We had every kind you could possibly imagine. Our favorites included Apple Jacks, Reese’s Puffs, Mini Wheats, and many more. Sometimes we ate it for breakfast, but for a Gogal, cereal is more of a dessert or a snack, or both. It was all because of my dad, the cereal fanatic. It was a love he shared with Rachel, Adam, and me. Although my mom wasn’t a huge fan of the sugar, she secretly liked that it made us all drink milk. Like her, none of us could drink it by itself. Cereal was also so much more than just cereal. I think she realized that long before I ever did. 

If one of us made even the smallest remark about a certain type of cereal, it would be in the pantry only a few days later. If we said we didn’t like one, it was never seen again. If we loved one, next time my dad bought it in the family size. It was always like that and it still is, without fail. When we come home, my dad pulls out every single box of cereal and shows them off like a collection of trophies. He continues to ask if you’ve tried this one or that one until you finally do. And needless to say, our favorites were there from the moment we stepped into the house.

My dad and his love – unconditional.