Asher loves cheerios.
Here’s a picture of Asher… he’s thinking about cheerios. It makes him happy.
Me: “Asher, are you thinking about Cheerios?”
Asher: “Hehe… yes, Daddy. I am.”
Asher: “Pleeeeeeeease, can I have some Cheerios, Daddy?”
Me: “Well, I do have a few in a plastic container here. Would you like to come and get them?"
Asher: “Ahhhh, yes, I see the Cheerios!”
I give the container to Asher.
Asher: “Nooooooooooo! Daddy, I spilled my Cheerios everywhere!”
Me: “I see that, son. What are you going to do now?”
Asher: “I think I’ll just pick them up.”
Or… maaaaaaaybe… I’ll just get down there and eat them off the floor.
You missed one, buddy :).