The ad above was ripped out of a December issue of...dangit! I can't remember! Probably, I was so stunned by altruism and righteous authority of the Kellogg Company.
Kinda like when Gramps bought me that bottle of Crown Royal® for my fifth birthday. "Top shelf, kid. All the way!" And you know what? He was right. The hangovers just disappeared. Poof! Plus, I had a cool purple bag to barf in.
So, to all good parents out there, wrastlin' with that Moral Dilemma in Aisle 4, the choice is simple - plump the little gobblers with Pop Tarts™ and pat yourself on the back.
"Kids, this year, the Johnson's are BAKED, not fried!"
But, you know what happens when you try to serve Health Food - they'll be back to Toaster Strudel... they always come back (cue creepy organ music), they a l w a y s come back (mwaha ha ha ha ha!).