I am obsessed with mini wheats. What are we going to do about that?

Nothing. Because if frosted mini wheats are in the same room as I am, I have no choice but to eat a bowl of them. Call it what you want, but I really am at their mercy.

Sometimes I try and convince myself that I'm in control because only the very best and most heavily-frosted wheats make it into my bowl. I guess the joke's on them.

No, but really. The joke's actually on me, because I am straight-up obsessed with them. Straight. Up.