Yesterday's ad in the paper got me to thinking about old. When you've lived to see your breakfast morph into Honey Nut, Multi Grain, Apple Cinnamon, Frosted, Chocolate (ugh!), Fruity, Medley Crunch, Protein (just in time?), Ancient Grains (enough said!), Strawberry, and Very Berry, you've been at the table a long time. And then your wife wanders by saying, "If I were a twelve-year-old, where would I have left the phone?" Good luck with that line of thought, Barb! We will never be in touch with that again (he says hopefully)!