Mom's Directions vs. Dad's Interpretation

This morning I was upstairs on the computer. Tom hollered that Tommy was in the pantry climbing on boxes trying to reach something up high. I told him he was trying to get the Golden Grahams cereal, and would he get Tommy some in a plastic bowl.

Here's what I asked for . . .

And here's what I/Tommy got. Tommy didn't eat them, but at least they had the word "graham" in them, right?