Give your kid a moderate amount of junk food. You don't want her to be the fattest kid in the 4th grade, but you don't want her to be the annoying neighbor kid who steals everyone's candy and sugar cereal, either.
We probably all have personal experiences relating to that. I think i was on the deprivation end and loved going to friends' houses who had all the great ice cream and candy. I think one friend had Goofy popsicles--hello.
I didn't want this post to go undiscussed. I believe wholeheartedly in these wise, wise words. Even now, when I see that someone brought a bag of potato chips to a party, my heart skips a beat and I put a few more chips on my plate than I probably should. It doesn't matter that I'm completely capable of buying my own bag, or 5 if I want, now that I'm an adult—I still feel somewhat deprived.
I know, it's true. Potato chips are exciting. The sad thing is that chips and sugar cereals make me totally ill now. Sometimes I just want to eat a giant bowl of Trix just because I can, even though I feel like poop.
Ah yes, the Jensens. They lived down the street and had a cupboard stocked with every vile sugary creation known to man. I can remember going over there in the mornings to meet my friend so we could walk to school together. Her mom would throw her lunch together and casually toss in Capri Suns, Cheetos, and fruit roll-ups. I think that was my first experience with coveting. What did I have in my lunch? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich made on left over whole wheat pancakes and a pineapple juice in a little metal can. I thought of this the other day when Grace wanted fruit roll-ups at the store and my instinct was to say no, we don't need that. Which was true, we didn't. But a childhood with no fruit roll-ups is no childhood at all!
Ha! So true. That last statement needs to be embroidered or something.
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