Delight in the great taste of real bananas

I bought some banana flavored Cheerios the other day. I ate some for dinner today. The box was sitting next to me when Gllen came in to spend some time with me. After sitting with me for about twenty minutes, he said, "What do you have for dessert? You have to have something."

I picked up the box of Cheerios and handed it to him. He shook out a handful. He tipped the handful into his mouth. He chewed. It seemed to be going well for him, so I stopped paying attention.

Ten minutes later, I hear him say, "I can't stop eating all of your Cheerios, Girlfriend." He had a sad look on his face, as he continued to chew and tip more cereal into his cupped hand.

Five more minutes passed. He put down the box. I looked inside. There was barely enough to make a decent bowl of cereal. I told him this. He grabbed the box and said, "Fine, you've convinced me to eat the rest of it." He ate.

Ten minutes later, the empty box lay on the floor and Gllen says to me, "What do you say?" I was confused. "Say about what?" He stared at me for a second. His mouth formed the words, but my brain refused to comprehend them: "I want dessert."

I waved my hands around, gesturing at the empty box, "You just ate at least half a box of cereal!!!"

With an earnest expression, he told me, "That was pre-dessert. I want real dessert now."