I find them stuck to the bottom of my socks. I find them in his neck. They fall out of his diaper when I’m changing him. They magically appear in his crib in the morning. I take a step and I hear one breaking. I find them in the seats of the car. I find bits of them stuck in his hair. He loves Cheerios with every meal. For every snack. If he finds one on the floor… anywhere… he eats it. He’s a Cheerio monster. If I could pick one thing to symbolize this stage in my life… it would be a Cheerio.