The younger five of Cassie and my brood are going to Vacation Bible School at a local church this week. They'd gone last year as well, and they knew all about snack. They remembered snack so much that G refused breakfast this morning, recollecting that they'd eat at the Bible School.
After VBS, I dropped K and N off at the sitters and took C, B, and G with me to my violin lesson. On the way, C drooled over the Toaster Strudals they were served for snack. When G chimed in, B took him down quickly, "You didn't get those for a snack!"
Lil Red was so upset, his tongue got tied as he spat back, "I did have a Toodle Strudal!", pointing at each syllable. Then the three boys and I guffawed about "Toodle Strudel",
Later in the evening, Cassie called me to ask what the kids had eaten at VBS. The Strudel goodness was so intense, K and N had insisted they'd been fed lunch. They just couldn't remember the name of the entree. Their description resembled pop-tarts, which made no sense as Cassie's kids are experts on pop-tarts. Since older bro C was with me, there was no one to translate. After I suggested and she announced toaster strudel, I could hear the two screaming agreement in the background.
I bought some for tomorrow's breakfast. I'll bet G eats breakfast tomorrow without argument; he ate TWO iced apple "Strudel Doodles" tonight. Furthermore, I have two more boxtops to save for school in the fall!
Move over, pop-tarts.