So I bought my children some bagged breakfast cereal because I’m a miser sometimes:
And whenever I serve it to them, I call them “Fruity…. DY-NO-BITES!”
Back in the latter part of the 1970s and the early part of the 1980s, I lived in a housing project myself, which explains why I identified more with J.J. and Dwayne from What’s Happening!! than any suburban-based sitcoms from the era.