“I like Froot Loops.” “They’re your favorite, huh?” He nods several times. “’Cept when they’re in the milk too long and they turn it, like, different colors.” “That’d be unfortunate.” “So I eat it fast.” He gets a look in his eyes like he’s putting something over on Kellogg’s. While her lips say, “That’s quick thinking,” her head says, I pray you don’t breed.
