Oldest, the keeper of tradition, the enforcer of the old order, has returned from college for the summer. He stands stands in front of the pantry, staring at our cereal choices. He is displeased with the state of the offerings.
"Why do we have Wheaties?" he asks, his question tinged with outrage. "We never have Wheaties."
My silence was clearly not the response he was looking for so he took his outrage up a notch.
"Whose cracked-out idea was it to buy Wheaties?"
He grabs the box and heads to the fridge for the milk. As he opens the door, he adds bitterly, "those Organic Grape Nuts are no good either."