I got a very animated call from Andy on my way to work this morning.  The boys decided they all wanted dry Frosted Flakes this morning, but apparently were getting more of them on the floor than in their mouths.  There were more heaping bowls than boys because as soon as a boy walked away from his bowl, he’d accuse another boy of touching it or eating out of it and then would want nothing to do with it.  I suggested Andy send the boys on the deck to eat their flakes, but he’d already thrown them out in a fit of rage.  I’ve been warned that if I ever give them Frosted Flakes, it’s going to be my problem.  I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically while he was relaying his intense anger since it’s clear that Andy has lost perspective — there could be much worse problems than some flakes on the floor.