Well, kids, let's start from the very beginning. First of all, there's something called the birds and the bees. You see, when two cheerios love each other --

*Fervent whispering*

Ah...okay, I see. I gotcha.. don't worry.

Sorry about that. Apparently I got that wrong.

It starts when these things called oat seeds are planted and grown in the ground (See, I was pretty close!).

After that, oat seeds are taken to a building-place or whatever and cleaned, then ground into sprinkly dust. Like glitter! But softer. And less glittery. Okay, so maybe NOT like glitter, but you get my point.

Hmm..if I'm made out of sprinkly oat seeds, does that make the oat seeds my ancestors or....? 0-0
Ehhhh, we'll save that for a later time

Speaking of time, I think you're ready to know my name!
*Clears nonexistent throat*
*Fanfare in the background*
*And a drumroll*
...............................................

Cinnima Appelo Cheeriot!

Now, let me explain some of my family history here. Ya see, back when my family was first manufactured, we were called the Cheeriots, and that name was passed down for generations and now I have it, obviously.

And then my first name has to do with my gender, you see. Since I identify as an Apple Cinnamon, my name is Cinnima.

...Argh, I can't keep secrets from you, can I? Actually........I'm not Apple Cinnamon.........I'm just a regular, bland, nobody Cheeriot! And now I'm *sob* crying and ruining my *sob* sprayed on nutrients that's probably running down my *sob* nonexistent face!
I'm sorry. I.... I need to take a breather. And fix my sprayed on nutrients *sob*. We'll stop there for now. I'll *sniffle* see you later. Adios, cheerio.

*sniffle*