This story is dedicated to my mom, as it is her favourite story about me and she asked me recently why I haven’t told it yet. So heeeeere it is!
When I was just a little kitty, my very favourite cereal in the entire world was Lucky Charms.
So magically delicious. Like every child I of course looooved the marshmallows. Could not get enough. I could eat an entire bowl of just the marshmallows, easily.
Whenever I would eat my bowl of Lucky Charms for breakfast I would eat all the boring oat pieces first and then save all the little marshmallows for last. I still do this with my dinner plates: eat the stuff that isn’t my favourite first so then the good things are all saved for last. It’s a good eating method. I recommend it. This way your favourite thing is the very last taste in your mouth.
One day when I was about three or four, my mom bought a giant family-sized box of Lucky Charms. She brought it home from the grocery store and as soon as she took it out of the bag I was all over it.
My mom noticed me admiring the box of deliciousness.
And she decided that it probably wasn’t a good idea to just leave the box lying around, as I’d probably get into it.
But I didn’t WANT them for breakfast tomorrow, I wanted them right NOW.
My mom thought that a good place to “hide” the Lucky Charms would be on top of the refrigerator, because I was just little, and wouldn’t be able to reach it.
But when I want something that badly, I want it, and I WILL get it.
I stared at that box for the rest of the day. And as I was going to sleep that night, all I could think about were the Lucky Charms just sitting on the top of the fridge waiting for me. I had to have them.
So I woke up super early, before my parents, with the plan of acquiring that box of Lucky Charms. And actually I am not even sure how I woke up so early, but it’s possible that I didn’t sleep at all.
But anyway, I woke up super early (it was still dark), crept into the kitchen, and there they were.
In the same spot my mom had left them the night before. Still too high for me to reach.
But I was a resourceful little minx. So I grabbed a chair from the kitchen table, quietly dragged it over to the fridge, and climbed up onto the counter.
Almost…
Success.
The Lucky Charms and I were reunited.
I quickly (but quietly) put the chair back, took the box of Lucky Charms with me into my bedroom and shut the door. I was alone with my conquest. The Lucky Charms were all mine.
I immediately dumped the entire box onto my floor.
And then I sat down next to the mound of Lucky Charms and got to work.
I meticulously separated the marshmallows from the boring oat pieces one by one. It took me ages, but I didn’t give up. I picked out every last colourful piece of marshmallow and set it aside. In the end I had a pile of oat pieces (which I discarded), and a perfect pile of just marshmallows.
Which I then ate. I ate the entire pile of marshmallows.
In the morning my mom woke up a bit later than usual and thought it was weird that I wasn’t up and harassing her yet. It was very unlike me to be so quiet in my room so late. So she came in to check on me.
And this is how she found me.
As my mom tells me the story, and as she tells everyone she tells this story to, she found me eating the very last marshmallow in the box.
I spent the rest of the day alternating between laying around in a sugar coma and magically throwing up the rainbow.
But surprisingly I am not sick of Lucky Charms even now! And I still love those little marshmallows!
