Unprofessional Parenting

My pregnancy cravings have recently centered themselves on an old favorite. Yes, I love Cap’n Crunch. Right now my sinful affair is with Crunchberries, which I just can’t get enough of.

Here’s the thing about too much Cap’n Crunch - it can be painful. Despite the psychological trauma it causes me to eat what amounts to pure sugar with no nutritional value, it’s also becoming a physically painful experience. Those of you who regularly invite the Cap’N into your home will know where I’m going with this.

More that one bowl of the tooth-rotting deliciousness in a day makes obvious a very painful fact. Excluding the peanut butter version, this cereal seems to be made of razor blades. We have very large bowls and if I go more than 2/3 full with my sinful delight I run the risk of cutting my mouth to shreds.

Seriously, I don’t know what causes this but it is a confirmed fact. My husband has agreed and an informal survey of my friends suggests that the findings are conclusive. The only way to avoid whatever it is that cuts up the roof of your mouth seems to be to let it sit in milk for a minute before you eat it. But then you must sacrifice that crunch that makes it so desirable in the first place.

Sigh. Love hurts.