I was taking Ryan to daycare one morning. We were in the car and I heard something fall.
"What was that, bud?"
"I dropped my Cheerios."
I pulled into the daycare, looked at the floor behind my seat and, well, there was a lot of Cheerios.
"That's ok, pal. I'll clean it up later."
That was three weeks ago. The Cheerios are still there.
The point of this story? It's cold outside, I ain't cleaning up no fucking Cheerios.