Malt-o-meal is just an excuse to eat a lot of brown sugar. 

      I made myself a bowl of it tonight, and used a lot of brown sugar... just like I used to do when I was a little kid. 
     
            and eating that bowl of Malt-o-meal brought back the memory of my old red pajamas with the feet in them... because I used to spill malt-o-meal on them and it would leave hard spots in the soft material. 

           that memory has to be from 20 years ago or so... back when we used to live in Oregon. 

           Sometimes I see life like a movie scene...  the camera would be on little me eating a bowl of malt-o-meal in my red pajamas... and it would zoom in on that bowl.  Then it would zoom out of the bowl of malt-o-meal and there would be me now... a lot older and more worn out. 

            but there's little things like that that connect the different points of our lives.