|Life, October 26, 1959|
I was not even particularly happy to see these mini boxes of cereal at breakfast. You thought: oh yeah, tiny cereal boxes, there they are. Big whoop. And never once did I cut them open and pour milk in them like you were supposed to be able to do (I think). That would be messy and boring. Two strikes. One to go. I guess this is strike three: seeing them on Halloween. At least they should be in disguise. In costume. Dress those little cereal boxes up in Brach's chocolate wrappers or something, people!
*I'm a little low on creative energy today as I have just spent the morning writing up a synopsis for my NaNoWriMo novel - you can click on the link on the right if you want to check it out)