Morning cereal no longer carries the joy it once had. The fruity and chocolaty flavors, the sweet milk, the prize in the bag is a distant memory. I had a fondness for sugar corn pops (which they now just call corn pops), sugar smacks (which they now call honey smacks), apple jacks, and fruity pebbles.
Now I open the cereal cabinet. I have to push aside my kid's boxes of stuff like Captain Crunchberries and look for Daddy's cereal. Oh, there it is, in the back, it's Woody the Woodchip, who's high on/in fiber. And maybe if I'm lucky, a nice piece of fruit cut up on top.