Baby Prozac?

Who would have expected that a tiny speck of fiber could bring such joy to a child's life?
Harry had his first Cheerio just a few weeks ago. Soon he had teeth and could crunch them. Then he learned how to feed himself. Sure, at first it was handfuls tossed at his face, but now he gets quite a few in his mouth!
With the help of Cheerios, Harry even made it through a very long holiday tour of NJ and PA.
We packed a container that we thought would last through the holiday, but it ended up only making it through lunch on the 23rd.
Thanks to Cheerios, Harry made it through an entire lunch with smiles to spare. Over an hour and a half! He even shared, offering quite a few to Dominic's forehead!
The next day we had run out, but luckily Harry's Aunt Meghan picked up a box for Harry to enjoy while we all enjoyed our morning coffee. Tried to put in a Baby Einstein DVD, but the player was broken. Didn't matter. Harry had Cheerios! Later, on a visit to meet my friend Lisa's 9 month old, Christian, we walked in to see her pouring from the yellow box onto his high chair. It's not just us. It's rampant! I even heard a friend of my mother's mention that she has often heard Cheerios reffered to as Baby Prozac, since nothing perks them up like a daily dose!
Christmas Eve at Shrimp Fest 2004, Harry opened his first gift to find, you guessed it, A BOX OF CHEERIOS! Best gift ever…with a book about Cheerios to go along with it. There are even places in the book to put them!
More Cheerios for Christmas dinner. A sprinkle on the counter led to a relaxing, enjoyable meal. More Cheerios on Sunday for brunch. Harry shared some with his friends, and we actually had a small gathering of children gobbling up Cheerios off of the floor. For those of you still single and/or childless, it was like pretzels at the bar!
When we left on Sunday, Harry pretty much passed out the second he was strapped into the carseat, but traffic was a bit heavy so he woke up before we got home. He was not happy to be stuck in the car again…but, alas, Kevin opened one of the many boxes of Cheerios we now have stashed in the car, and once again we heard the happy "Um!Um!Um!" of a satisfied little guy.