Too much choice

A. and I spent at least ten minutes in the cereal aisle at Albertsons last night trying to decide what to get. In the end we had to choose our own, because we couldn’t agree. What is it about cereal shopping that turns us back into five-year-olds? Not cranky squabbling five-year-olds, but having been taken to the toy shop and dazzled by the colours and the pictures and wanting all of it but being forced to choose by a grown-up and unable to decide and it’s all just too much five-year-olds.

And by the way. What the hell happened to honey nut corn flakes? They seem to have been airbrushed out of human history, like Michael J. Fox at a particularly bad moment in the plot.