Oh Christ just ask him which f---ing kind of Cheerios he wants to eat and end this crap already!
I'm not even a dad, and I figured it out, why can't you?
Oh yeah- because without the noxious levels of twee, we wouldn't have the Hallmark-channel level of f---ing adorable at the end. Which would have been fine because jeesh, this is bad. Hey, doofus dad? Next time, just buy ONE type of Cheerios and put it on the freaking table. "Problem" solved.
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