Cheerios

  I've entered a new stage of parenting, one previously witnessed but never completely grasped.  I have entered the stage of life that will be primarily defined by finding Cheerios in every possible place.

They will be underfoot, trod into crumbs in the kitchen.
They will nestle into every crack and crevice of the house and car.
They will be found in creases in clothes, tucked under dirty bibs, and somehow adhered to the backs of hands and the underside of the chin.
They shall navigate perilous journeys to scale furniture and tunnel beneath furniture.
The cats will discover them in their food bowls and water dishes.
They will be consumed by the metric ton, and yet for every one that is eaten by Caleb, four more will escape his clutches and disappear, to be discovered years later in yet-to-be-discovered locales.  They shall multiple and grow, their power and presence in my life growing exponentially as I drive myself batty in search of these outliers.
There shall be no more peace in this house, for the Cheerios shall rule us all.