Cinnamon Toast Crunch
I poured the milk when I was 7. Big heavy jug, I lifted it from the great white door of our humming Kenmore and heaved it onto the delicate leaf of our extended dining room table. As I flooded my tiny pieces of toast, I looked up to see if he noticed my feat of strength. He was frying an egg, unconcerned his youngest son might be a super-hero.