This morning I dared to be different and try something radically new. Well, it wasn't exactly radical when compared to, say, nude bungee-jumping into a large pool of lime-green jello, and it wasn't exactly new, as I'm sure there have been others (most probably between the ages of 4-10) to try this stunt before. And it wasn't much of a daring thing, either, since it was was borne more out of necessity than sheer recklessness.
Just to be different, I had my morning's bowl of Special K with chocolate milk. Mainly because we ran out of regular white milk, and I felt it a great injustice to go through the effort of pouring the cereal into my bowl, only to have to pour it back into its box. That just seems insulting somehow to the Special K, as if I suddenly decided I was too good for it. So, I decided that I might as well try the chocolate milk on my cereal instead.
All I can really say is that it had the effect of a hit of expresso, and I'm very wide awake, thank you very much, and hey let's go ride our bikes! However, I'm suddenly wondering how wired kids are who pour chocolate milk on their cereal and then add 2-3 spoonfuls of sugar. Do their classmates realize that the strange roaring noise they hear isn't in fact some distant ocean but their friend's blood-sugar levels hitting hitherto undiscovered heights? Do their teachers wonder how they managed to get sneaker treads on the ceiling? Does the class gerbil even care?
The world may never know.
posted by Phillip at 6:41 AM
