A BOWL OF COCO POPS

Well my files for my new poetry book have gone off to the printers, and I’m celebrating with a Friday afternoon bowl of Coco Pops.

That’s quite a headline, now that I look at it. It’s true though - I am eating Coco Pops and I can indeed confirm that they are still ‘so chocolatey they even turn the milk brown’.

I think it might have been an accident. Kellogg’s probably wanted a chocolate-coated cereal and their boffins just couldn’t figure out how to do it without the chocolate flaking off. In the end, poring over a bowl of chocolatey milk, some bright spark must have said, “Well why don’t we just turn it into a thing?”

And then all the boffins turned and said, “What?”

“You know, make a thing of it. Coco Pops - they’re so chocolatey that they even make… chocolate milk… Like magic? No? Kids will love it! Now what are we going to do about these noisy Rice Krispies?”

Talk about turning a bug into a feature! Anyway, who knows. All I know is that I’m lapping a bowl of brown, chocolatey milk and I’m loving it like an eight year-old.

Sammy pours less milk on her cereal than I do. In fact, she’s often left with a sludge of bran flakes, instead of that lovely reservoir I scoop up with the spoon. I still argue that the bran-flake-sludge is a much worse outcome - if you leave it for washing up later, you need to bring a chisel with you because those flakes are baked on. And surely you never get quite as much of the goodness, no? I doubt this logically infallible argument will persuade her. Still, you know what I’d rather have…

Hopefully I’ll get to hear back about my files next week. I’ll be a bit more focused on my new job though, so it will probably slip out of my mind for a bit. Now that is worth celebrating.