The Guy on the Box

Porter and Tom have special father son time every morning, regardless of the time, where they eat breakfast together. Mind you, Tom works in Ogden and sometimes leaves for work at 6:30 but Porter inherently knows that Tom is getting ready to leave and even when he is not quite awake he always says, "Daddy, eat cereals with me?" So cute, no one could resist. Up to about two weeks ago, Porter had never had cereal for breakfast because he is a huge fan of pancakes, but he wanted to have a go at Tom's cereal, which happened to be Cinnamon Toast Crunch. This has become so habitual to Porter that he thinks that is what he and Tom do whenever he is getting ready to go anywhere. Well, yesterday we got into trouble because Tom had a protein shake for breakfast and we were out of Cinnamon Toast Crunch! Oh the horror of not doing it the same! He kept asking where the guy on the box was, turns out this is what he was referring to:
Needless to say, we have since gone and gotten another box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch (accept no subsitutes) and all is well with the world. However, the 6 am cereal dates are taking their toll on me.