Not So Cheery Anymore

(It’s morning and I am microwaving instant oatmeal. I go to pull it out of the microwave and notice my father staring oddly at me.)

Dad: “How does that work?”

(I am completely confused by this turn of events. After several seconds of just staring, I point down to my breakfast.)

Me: “The oatmeal?!”

Dad: “Oh. I thought you were microwaving Cheerios, for some reason.”