The ebb and flow of who eats most, but never all, of the box of Kellogg’s Frosted Mini-Wheats Little Bites Chocolate is a sine wave only Jesus Christ or His and our Heavenly Father, God, could possibly decipher. The only facts available are that I eat it with milk for breakfast; my husband eats it dry as a snack. Who will buy the next box? Probably me, it’s true, but I’ve accepted this fate with open arms. It has been written.