Happy Birthday, Dad!
A VERY happy birthday to my dear ol' Dad.
When I was about 8 or so, I finished my Froot Loops and took my bowl to the sink to pour out the leftover milk. Dad promptly told me that I was not going to waste all that milk. I had to drink it.
Now, I like milk. LOVE milk - but only when it is cold and pure. Not warm and sweetened. Unfortunately, Goa'uld wasn't born yet, so there wasn't anyone that I could pass that yukky stuff on to. So I had to drink it. Hated every drop. YUK.
Fast forward about ten years. I am a college student at Penn State. I am eating dry cereal and taking a sip of milk with each bite. Someone asks me the reason I eat my cereal like that. After hearing my tale, they point out that my dad isn't around and I could waste all the milk I wanted.
I tried it a few times. Went back to eating dry cereal and taking a sip of milk. And here I am, 46 year old, still eating my cereal that way.
I think it's really funny. Oh, sure, when I was a kid I was really unhappy about drinking that yukky, warm, sweet milk. But this is one of the influences that Dad has on me, and that's okay with me.
posted by dddragon at 12:48 PM
9 Comments:
*sigh* Who knew that our kids were tell the world about us later? Not Niks and me.
Memories serve to justify and preserve our past. And it made for a nice birthday tribute to your dad too. :)
Great post, sis'! Yeah, Niks tortured us with food - d'oh! I have some food memories on my blog today, too...
Whew. I'm glad I never have milk with my cereal.
I hope Niks has a great birthday with the family!
Hey, I love milk in my cereal, but I don’t like it warm and yucky...
Anyway, happy birthday, Grandpa Nox!
I used to love the cereal sweetened milk. Then my mom went all health-nut on me. Ground sticks don't make for good cereal or milk.
That was a really great tribute, by the way.
Incidentally, my father hated wasted food and I was always thin until college when I studied near the cafeteria and felt I had to finish all the food I bought every time I needed a break. Which was a lot. I was a much better eater than student.
That's a cute story. Enjoy your cereal and milk however you can!
Your dad ROCKS. I've been reading stories about him this evening. What a wonderful guy. And I thought my dad was a one-of-a-kind! But they just don't make many of 'em like that... *sigh*
I hated milk...still do really. But that's a great idea to have a sip of milk with a mouth full of froot loops. That way the cereal doesn't get soggy. Humpf, who woulda thought
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