So, my parents are here. And it's two days before Christmas. There's a little bit of stress in the air (along with aroma of pies, biscotti, cookies, etc.). My children wig a little when my parents are here - my parents are very high strung. So, to keep the peace, I usually give in to them a lot more (I can only take pressure from one direction and it's easier to control them than my parents). So, if they don't want to eat, guess what's appearing on the table? You guessed it, cereal.
Peace on Earth, people. Peace on Earth.