In the dim light of early morning dawn, I groggily awoke to a repetitive crunching sound in the kitchen, located off of my bedroom. Listening again for the sound that had awakened me, but hearing nothing, I started to fall asleep again. Crunch-crunch! Crunch. Crunch-crunch-crunch! What the fuck?
     Rolling out of my waterbed, I stumbled to my door and swinging it open, I gazed in wonder at a cereal covered floor and my four-year-old stomping on Coco Puffs in the new ruby red slippers Clint bought her the day before. Grinning up at me as I stood transfixed in the doorway, she looked down and stomped on another pulverized section of cereal.
     Coming out of my astonished state, I exclaimed as she stood mid-stomp, "Stop!"
     Holdi...

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