Drama at the S&A house yesterday morning.

And it’s because of them Reese’s Puffs in the cupboard.

There was a good deal at Smith’s for General Mills cereal and instead of buying nutritious cereal that will last longer, we bought two boxes of Reese’s Puffs. Why? Because we’re in college and we can do that.

Now, I’m a very territorial person, especially when anything sugary is in the house. Because in my house growing up, if you didn’t watch carefully enough, someone would sneak a pack oreos in their pockets and save them for later (that may or may not have been me, but just saying).

So at the grocery store, I said, “If we’re going to buy these, we have to have it for breakfast ONLY. We can’t just pour a bowl of Reese’s Puffs after dinner. This is breakfast money.”

Spencer agrees. He says, “And we need to have our own boxes.”

Fine. Good. Great.

So I open a box of Reese’s Puffs. Opened. Mine. Right? And I pour myself a bowl for breakfast. Everything’s fine.

But the next morning I wake up to dingalingaling from the Reese’s Puffs hitting a cereal bowl. And I sit up in bed and see that Spencer is pouring himself a bowl of Reese’s in the kitchen. And once he’s poured himself a giant bowl, HE STICKS HIS HAND IN THE BOX and eats a giant handful! That’s two bowls of cereal, people!

So yes, I lie back down and look at the ceiling and think, Anne, it’s his box of cereal. It just means he’s going to run out more quickly, so why do I care? I’m still gonna get my fair share. My Reese’s Puffs… My precious.



“Good morning Anne!”

“Is that your box of Reese’s Puffs?”


“Is that your box of Reese’s Puffs?”

“…I just used the one that was opened.”


“You said we just had to have one bowl of cereal per day!”

“No, that’s my box of cereal!”

“We decided to just have one bowl per day!”

“No, you said to label them too!”

“No, we just decided on the one bowl thing!”

“Well that doesn’t work if you’re sneaking a second serving with your hand!”

“I didn’t do that!”

“YES YOU DID! I just saw you!”

“…Did not.”


Next month it’s just oatmeal for us.


  1. Luckily, Eric and I got a cereal container thing for our Wedding so we know whose cereal is whose!

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