Life with Lane: Cheerio confessions.

One day last week, the boys and I had to run in to the grocery store super early. (As in before school started because I didn't have a thing to pack in Lane's lunch.) While we were there, the marketing folks at Kelloggs and Publix caught my three-year old right where they wanted him - at the end of an aisle staring at the bright boxes of Fruit Loops perfectly arranged at eye level for a person who is three feet tall.

"I want des," he told me.

Here's the deal. As most of you who know me know, I don't eat sugar cereal. Actually, I don't eat much box cereal at all any more since most of it is made with wheat. However, when I did, I stuck to the boring stuff. In my younger wild days, I considered Life and Oh's the sugary stuff.

So, as a mama who sometimes needs a quick fix on the days we need to rush out the door and as a wife who is married to a man who eats a bowl of cereal each night before bed, I try to buy cereal low in sugar: Rice Krispies, Cheerios, Corn Flakes.

(My husband loads his down with sugar any way.)

Needing to hurry Lane along, I assured him I would buy him a box later that day when Evan and I did our big grocery shopping. That seemed to appease him.

Did I have plans on buying him Fruit Loops? No. Did I lie to him? Not quite.

What did catch my eye later on that day was a brightly colored box of Fruity Cheerios - perfectly placed at my eye level.

I compromised and brought home a box of sugary stuff.

James found the box first.

As he ate his nightly bowl of cereal, I asked him if he liked what I got for him.

"Yes," he said. "I remember when we called them Fruit Loops."

Then he let me know that we were going to need another box.