Catharsis.

I would very much like to see the Trix Rabbit eat some Trix. Whenever I think about how he has never gotten them I get slightly unsettled on the inside, and have to urgently exit the room to calm myself.

I commented on this matter to my roomate Staci, and her response was, "Well Claire, Trix ARE for kids."

"Well true."

"And soon you won't be a kid anymore."

"Ouch, also true!"

"Trix will be replaced by Whiskey."

"Ahh, Whiskey for breakfast."