When Details matter

So I got up the other morning and learned a valuable lesson that I thought I would pass along.

Just because it looks like milk, doesn't mean it is milk.

Wild Man wanted cereal for breakfast and being the ever loving and joyous person I am at 5:45 in the morning, I leaped over to the pantry to get my good son his breakfast.

Yeah right, I believe I asked him when he thinks he will be old enough to get his own cereal so momma can sleep or something.

Wild Man replied "You're so silly mom...now please get me some cereal."

I drug my body over to the pantry to get the cereal. Opened the fridge to realize that we were out of his milk.

*Side not here--Due to Wild Man becoming more like insane man when drinking

milk. He now drinks Almond milk.*

So I went to the pantry to just check to see if I bought an extra box of Almond milk. 

And lo and behold there sat one!

I patted myself on the back and told myself how wonderful I was for planning ahead.

Poured my sweet boy some milk in his cereal and then promptly collapsed on the couch.

A second later Wild Man came to me to turn on the TV and said something about the cereal being yucky.

Whatever it was too early to care that my 4 year old's taste buds were being fidgety.

*Now fast forward to after dinner.

Mr. Genius opened the fridge. "Wow I didn't know they made free range, grass fed, organic chicken broth. Where did you get it?"

Me: "Huh?"

Mr. Genius: "See?"

Me:" HOLY CRUD!!! I thought that was almond milk!"

Yes, people I fed my son chicken broth for breakfast.

Yum.

But to prove that I do have a little bit of sanity, I want to show you how close in resemblance they look.

I give you exhibit A (This is the angle I saw in the pantry)

See? See?

and exhibit B

So in true American spirit...I blame Pacific Natural foods.

I mean really could they not spring out a little extra money to find someone to design the boxes a little more different.

Geez.