"I'm telling you, it's cereal before milk. Not milk before cereal. Are you as psychopath or what?"
So what started as an innocent game of twenty questions turned into a competitive argument.
Seven eventually broke out the question about what goes first. Cereal before milk, or milk before cereal.
Of course I chose the first one.
"Who wants their cereal all mushy and icky?" He adds on to this never ending batter. I drag my fingers across my hair and untangle some knots that had found it's way there.
I think this conversation's been going on for over twenty minutes now.
It doesn't seem like it's about to end anytime soon.
"I've literally been doing that my whole life and it still comes out fine." I say as a matter of fact, recalling the times my cereal still had that crispy text
