There’s something completely delicious about coming downstairs, bleary eyed in the morning to have the day greeted by your pyjama’d two year old demanding breakfast.
In B’s wonderful tiny mind, somehow things have got a little mixed up and he runs into the kitchen each day yelling for A WHOLE BOWL OF A CHICKEN POPS MUMMY!
B: CHICKEN POPS mama!
B: COCOA POX!!!!!! COCOA POX!!!
Me: Cocoa Pops?
B:YEHAYEYAEHAHEHAEYEAYE COCOA POX!!!
I’m going to propose it to Cereal Partners as a challenger brand…