Cereal Killer

OK, we got some winners and losers on deck for breakfast. First bowl up is what I called the Dakota Fanning. I tried to cross breed the sweet, mindlessness of a child with


and combined that with the adult sensibilities of


What I got was vaguely sweet, but mostly bland. Just like Dakota Fanning! So I guess I scored on the name, although the mix itself was Cereal Suicide. Oh well, on to the next jam.
This one was shown to me by my lovely assistant and it consisted of

and equal parts of


It tasted better with really cold milk, but this sweet bowl o' fun gets the name, The Donkey Kong. Not exactly sure why, but I pictured Donkey Kong eating, slurping and laughing in this gigantic bowl Sasha had. No, I am not insinuating that my wife looks like an animated gorilla when she eats. When she dines, it's like watching a heart nibble on a hug.