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Last night Andy and I were lying in bed talking about cereal. He attested that the only good (read: kids) cereal he liked as a youngster was King Vitamin. I began to sing the praises of favorite cereals from my childhood; he interrupted this lengthy diatribe now and again to sing advertising jingles or to grunt in disgust at my choices.
When I mentioned Cocoa Krispies, he launched into the song from the commercial, something about elephants trumpeting about the chocolatey goodness. This visual gave me pause, and the first craving of Pregnancy '01 hit.
"I want a bowl of Cocoa Krispies," I told him.
"We don't have any," he answered.
"I know." I lay there silently for a bit.
"What are you proposing?" he finally asked.
"That you go get me some Cocoa Krispies."
I began to cry.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, slightly alarmed.
"Because I want them! Oooohhhh hoooo hoooo!" Tears streamed down my face. My nose ran. Eventually, I passed out.
When we woke up, my stomach was growling. Since I'm rarely hungry these days, I was excited and wanted to eat while my body would let me.
Then I remembered the Cocoa Krispies.
"Would you go get me some Cocoa Krispies please at the store?" I asked nicely.
"I would," Andy said, "but you couldn't eat them because we don't have any milk."
"You could get both of those at the store and I would wait here," I suggested.
I began to cry.
This time, instead of being alarmed, Andy laughed at my pain. His laughter matched my sobs as we lay there together, shaking the bed.
"It's not funny!" I finally snapped.
"It really is," he said.
I got up, disgusted, and had some canned fruit cocktail and watered-down grape juice.
Later that day, after Andy had come home for lunch and headed back to work, the doorbell rang When I opened it, the following products were on the front stoop:
- 1 gallon of milk
- 1 box of Cocoa Krispies
- 1 box of Cocoa Pebbles
Have I ever mentioned that I have the sweetest husband in the whole world? My face hurt from smiling so much as I pulled the booty in and prepared myself a hearty bowl of crunchy goodness.
Tonight he reminded me that last night, during my first meltdown over the need for Cocoa Krispies, he had asked me, "I don't understand. Why do you want them so badly?"
I had replied, between sobs, "Ch-ch-ch-chocolatey . . . and m-m-milk."
Then he said, "You make me laugh."
I still don't see what was so funny.
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