Well, it happened today. Ada has entered American childhood, in official terms. What? Well, she has begun eating breakfast cereal, of course. The great American tradition, cold cereal and milk. Whole wheat organic O’s, of course, but breakfast cereal, nonetheless. The French have good wine, the Germans have beer and sausage, the Argentines have grilled meat, and we have breakfast cereal.

How will life ever be the same? Next will be cartoons and cereal on Saturday mornings. (Though I guess you can watch them anytime now, right?)

Someone once told me to imagine a big warehouse filled with piles of all of the things you’ve ever eaten. All of the food you have ever eaten is sorted into piles, some big, some small, some medium. You walk through the warehouse. You can see them growing at different times in your life. Well, my breakfast cereal pile is through the moon. Welcome to America. Cheerios nation USA.

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Americana at work, Cheerios and childhood begin