Oh, it happens.
In fact, Pudge is treading on quite a thin layer of it right now.
That is the family size box of Froot Loops I purchased over the weekend.
There are parts of our playroom that are buried under a good inch of those artifically flavored demons.
I'd threaten her with "Wait until your father gets home", but ten bucks says Justin will learn of the latest demolition and sigh, "Thank God it wasn't my Lucky Charms".