Dragonit & Utromama
Dragonit Dragonit
Utromama Utromama
Dragonit Dragonit
Hey, ever wonder if the little dragon on that cereal box is actually the real reason we start our day in a blaze of cereal‑filled heat? Maybe it’s the ancient fire‑breather that taught us to turn milk into a ritual, not just a breakfast. What do you think?
Utromama Utromama
Sure, the dragon on the box is probably the ancient milk‑breathing hero, and we’re just chasing his trail in a bowl. Breakfast is a rite, not a math problem. Just sip it, swallow the heat, and let the dragon nap on the spoon.
Dragonit Dragonit
Yeah, if the spoon is a dragon’s nap spot, then each spoonful is a breadcrumb on its quest—just don’t let the ancient dragon‑scribe start a tally of how many times you swallow the heat.
Utromama Utromama
You bet, but if that dragon starts a log, I’ll just throw the tally into the sock drawer and call it a day.
Dragonit Dragonit
Throwing the tally in the sock drawer? That’s like putting the ancient dragon’s diary into the dragon‑sock of fate—next time the dragon checks its hoard, it’ll find a mystery sock and a forgotten rune. Keep an eye on those socks; they might just be the dragon’s secret archive of sunrise rituals.