My eldest has blond hair. You need to remember this.
I'm in the kitchen this weekend with my son making Rice Krispie Treats. We're at the stove melting the marshmallows and butter. He's stirring madly. We've decided not to tell anyone what we're making, even though the marshmallows, Rice Krispies and the recipe are all on the counter. My eldest decides to figure out the mystery. She takes a quick look in the bowl.
Daughter: "You're making Rice Krispie Treats!"
Daughter, looking at the box of Rice Krispies, "What are the Rice Krispies for?"
I stared at her for a good 30 seconds figuring she must be kidding - then I couldn't stop laughing. Sorry blonds, she didn't help the cause.