There are days when I think I’m doing the right thing when it comes to feeding my kids.
Last night at the restaurant for example, we all ordered broccoli as our side dishes and the waitress looked at us as in that, you-know-we’re-going-to-have-to-run-next-door-to-fulfill-this-unprecedented-order and probably force feed the dishwashers a bunch of leftover fries at the end of the night and it made me a little proud.
But then there are days I question if I should cut the kids some slack, let them go nuts on a bag of Halloween candy or drink Shirley Temples (may she rest in peace) anytime we go out to eat and never, ever eat a fruit or vegetable unless it’s to celebrate the summer solstice.
Case in point, last night, I watched as Ellie opened the kitchen cupboard to throw something in the garbage and rather than tossing her refuse and closing the door, she paused and stood there for a moment.
I thought she was processing the iron from the broccoli and I waited for her to shudder, head to toe and blink twice before closing the door.
She stood a little longer, almost in a trance.
Then I noticed her looking around the room to see if anyone was watching so I knew I had to pretend I wasn’t.
She appeared to be leaning in the direction of the garbage.
Is she smelling it?
Is she reviewing a label?
Did she find the Fruit ‘N Nut bar wrapper I thought I had carefully tucked under the empty carrot bag?
Have I not mentioned I’m a total hypocrite?
She knelt a little closer and before I could get close enough to tell, I feared she might actually be licking something at the top of the pile so I politely inquired (as you do), “Ellie darling, what is it you’re doing?”
Ellie: Oh nothing, I just, I’m just looking, I’m wondering if…um.
Me: What is it Sweetie?
Ellie: Did someone have cotton candy?
Me: Nope. That would be dryer lint.