Wheaties

During a Christmas season of some year I was very sick - like on the couch not eating or nothing sick for at least a week. Probably the Plague or something. I'm sure there were times we should have been in the hospital but were kept home for financial reasons. Anyways, I do recall the Christmas tree in the living room, decorated, but I was so miserably sick I had no interest. Takes a lot to keep a kid from being excited about Christmas. Despite this, I (for some reason I cannot explain) had the intense hunger for a bowl of Wheaties with cold milk poured thereon. I asked for it, was rebuffed (logically, from a parent's perspective), but lobbied hard for that which I very much desired. Finally I got it - a bowl of crispy Wheaties with cold milk. I ate it all, relishing every bite. I very soon after (probably a manner of minutes) puked the whole thing back up. Didn't regret it. Still don't. That was the best bowl of Wheaties ever enjoyed by anyone.