Driving my 14-year-old to school, I noticed that his breakfast was perched on his lap.  My boy was eating a bowl of dry mini wheats.

As we drove, he continued to eat the bowl of mini wheats, one at a time.  Pulling into the car line, it became obvious that he would have a lot of mini wheats remaining, upon exiting the car.

Grabbing his backpack, he asked, “So what do you think, Dad, should I carry in the bowl?”

Showing the wisdom of my age, I responded, “Only if you want to be known as ‘Mini Wheats.'”

Smiling, he placed the bowl onto the passenger seat, grabbed a huge handful of mini wheats, and stuffed as many as possible into his front pocket.  “Bye, Dad.  Love you,” he said as he casually strolled toward school with $4 worth of breakfast cereal in his trousers.

As I drove away, I had only one thought.  “Boy, you have made me proud.”