"O Captain, My Captain!"
Today I was strolling through the market and came upon a dear Facebook friend. You know her, she's the one who routinely posts her healthy, spinach-filled smoothies. Her newly adopted non-toxic lifestyle is seriously admirable and her dedication is fantastic.
The last time I read one of her posts, I was drinking my sixth cup of coffee, after unsuccessfully hunting for an old, half eaten bag of chocolate chips in the back of the pantry. Admittedly, I feel like her healthy breakfast ideas speak directly to me, reminding me I can do better.
I can definitely do better.
So when I saw her, I gave my grocery items a quick sweeping glance thinking, "Oh shit." It was like running into an AA group leader with my head in the beer cooler, but thankfully all I had was fruit and the ingredients to make a lasagna.
But hey! What was that in her cart? A family-sized box of Cap'N Crunch?
Yeah, it sure was. And honestly, I'm kind of relieved that she is she is still occasionally eating junk like the rest of us.
'Cause who doesn't love a great big box of children's cereal? I mean, really, what was better on a Saturday morning as a kid than sitting in front of cartoons with a bowl of the Cap'N? My best friend had a pantry full of fun cereals at her house. On Friday nights, we'd stay up late, trying on her mom's makeup, splashing too much Jean Nate, giggling about boys and acting generally goofy. Then, in the morning, lo and behold, we'd wake up and sweet Jesus, there he was on the kitchen table with his naval sword hoisted over a bowl of nuggets that "stayed crunchy, even in milk!" O Captain, My Captain!
We'd have two bowls each while we watched Captain Caveman as long as her mom wasn't paying attention, and we knew we'd be spending the rest of the day with sore mouths because those crunchberries tore up our palates something fierce.
Then we'd go listen to the Captain and Tenille while we brushed our hair and got dressed for the day.
Now that's a triple captain morning.
So, although Cap'N Crunch cereal is one of the things I won't be buying today, I feel like if you are particularly nostalgic for childhood, in the wake of all that we've gone through these last two years, you might want to stop shaming your choices and go get yourself some 1970s cereal, have a sleepover and a dance party and dial up some YouTube cartoons.
I won't blame you one bit.
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