Every time I start a sentence with those three words, my husband says, “…to live like a believer, to turn your back on the deceiver?” Then he smiles and cracks up because of his knowledge of old Amy Grant songs. That’s something to be proud of. Actualmente, what I have decided is that I am no longer going to fool myself into thinking that grown-up cereals are better for me. They are not. Sure, they may help me have my fill of fiber and have more appropriately shaped poop, but they do nothing for my mental state. Did I say that out loud? On the other end of the spectrum, cereals such as Fruity Pebbles, Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Cap’n Crunch Berries do assist me. I’m happier. I feel more like a kid. I’m a little more carefree. Plus, my kids love it when their mom eats kid cereals. So, my decision stands. I will eat sugared cereals for the rest of my life. You have no idea how good that felt.