You know, that cereal with the little dried out marshmallows in it. Without that I don't know what my kids would do for breakfast. Except my daughter, who can put away six fried eggs if you let her. But Mr. Energy refuses to eat anything but cereal and his favorite, you guessed it those dried out marshmallows.
He just climbs into a chair by the table and sits and waits for his bowl. He doesn't talk but I know what is on his mind. And then he sits there, as quiet as he will ever get through the day, munching cold cereal and smiling like a fool. Breakfast is a happy time.