This really is a blog post about something and nothing. More of a gentle, mental nudge for me to remember something when I’m older.
But it’s one of those things that I don’t want to forget as I find it very, very sweet and endearing.
My daughter and I have gotten a little bit hooked on Kellogg’s Coco Pops. It happened quite by accident. We were out of our usual cereal for a while and, as the kids and I eat the same one, I decided to try an old favourite that was more readily available here in France: the aforementioned Coco Pops.
However my daughter being the gourmand that she is, she immediately wanted to try them (she’ll try absolutely anything that one).
She loved them of course.
However as she is now pretty much French she seems to struggle with the name, instead of referring to them correctly, she instead calls them ‘Popo Cops’. I love this. Her mum tried correcting her but I asked her not to as I find it so cute. A little bit of a throwback to years gone by, when they were toddlers and were trying to wrap their tongues around new words and strange, cute distortions would come out instead.
I would try her on Golden Grahams next and see what she referred to them as. Except she’s already tried them.
She refers to them as ‘cardboard‘.
‘Cardboard’ is an apt description.😁👍
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You know, I quite like them – so obviously you and my daughter have better taste!
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LOL!
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I agree with your daughter! I spent my formative years – 4th grade through 9th – at a boarding school where we had a choice of oatmeal or corn flakes. (I don’t think flavored cereals even existed in the 50s.) Come to think of it, things were pretty much the same at home. My dad loved Puffed Wheat, and every once in a while we’d have shredded wheat, but Mum would NOT have sprung for pre-sweetened cereal. “Is your arm broken?” If she was in a good mood, she might heat up the milk to put on the Shredded Wheat, but that was the extent of her pampering.
I still don’t like sweet cereal.
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Bah! Another vote for my daughter’s taste. It’s clearly me who’s got poor taste then! Oh well, someone’s got to eat them.
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