C Is For Super Funny

I’m taking a break from getting ready for this Sunday’s Eagle Scout Court of Honor (made GREAT progress on the scrapbook last night: Woo!) to report that, for the first time since before Halloween, we brought home a box of sugar cereal from the store, at the younger boy’s request.

And you know what that means

The younger boy went first, and once we stopped laughing, we wondered just how he’s gone as far as he has in his education, since he obviously hasn’t mastered the alphabet:

He continued to tag the box like a professional graffiti artist, claiming that the cereal is “Not Father’s” (as in Jim, not as in a priest) and that the “me” in “Crunchetize me, Cap’n!” definitely means him, the younger boy.

After marking his territory, he went upstairs to study for finals and then Jim stepped in. First he tagged the top of the box, which the younger boy had neglected to mark up.

Then he changed all of the younger boy’s markings to indicate that the cereal is, you guessed it, his.

I made the comment that I should have purchased sugar cereal for everyone in place of the Hanukkah gifts that are being opened this week. Somehow I think they would have been fine with that.

Of course, after Jim tagged the box and left the room, the older boy strolled through the kitchen, noticed what was going on, and pulled out the marker to add his two cents. And his name…all over the box. Trust me, you don’t need photos of that part. The box is a hot mess. In fact, not only that, but I happen to know that a certain 42-year-old man hid the box from his sons, so they will be crushed this morning when they can’t find it in time for breakfast.

Funny, nobody is ever this excited about bagels.



  • Yum Yucky

    Aha! My husband hides cereal too.

    But I'm mad when he hides tasty perishables in the back of the fridge. Because he forgets about it and then no one eats it at all. What a waste!

  • ifmomsaysok

    Whew! I feel so much better now. I thought I was the only parent who hid food from her kids. I need to get out the Sharpie… some tagging needs to happen. Your story of the box graffiti is hilarious.

  • Anonymous

    They are a stitch. I know you don't usually have sugar boxes in the house very often. It is good to have them do this kind of thing and very fun too.

    Now I know what to get them for their birthdays.

    Grandma W

  • Heather

    that is HILAR. seriously. i want to live in your house. it sounds like fun ALL THE TIME.

    can i come, please? pretty please?

  • Tom

    Hmmm… a sharpie, you say? I shall have to employ this device in our own home, after I buy a jumbo box of Lucky Charms. Clever boys, you have.

  • Eternal Lizdom

    Better to mark up the box with the marker than the traditional animal method of marking one's territory…

    You totally need to wrap up a box of Crunch Berries for each of them for one of these nights…

  • SpAzzGiRL

    We had an incident like this recently and it went something like this…
    kid: "hey, that has my name on it!!"
    dad: "and your point is??"


  • Jessi

    Is it bad that my first thought was "at least no one drew a penis." Cause that's totally something that would have happened in my house.