I'm sure y'all are sick of me harping on my laissez-faire attitude about my children eating sweets and how I constantly feel judged for it by Fun Sink and my SIL, but I have something to add to my growing list of evidence that my philosophy isn't really so bad.
Have you seen the monster cookie at the Homemade Pie Kitchen? It's a large chocolate chip cookie, folded in half, filled with icing, and accentuated with a "monster" face--it's over-the-top, and my kids seem to love the silly look of it more than they love actually eating it.
Miss A.M. had a field trip today, and I packed one of these monster cookies as a special treat. Incidentally, her lunch was commensurate with those of the other children--most included sandwiches, fruit, veggies, and some special sweets since it was a field trip. This tells me that--this will come as a shock to Fun Sink--I'm not a bad mom. I'm doing the same exact thing as all the other moms.
A.M. finished her lunch and took exactly one bite of the monster cookie. One bite. This happens more often than not, because she knows it will not be the first and last cookie she will ever encounter, and I'm fine with that even if it means a monster cookie is going to waste. What happens when Sophie has unsupervised access to M&Ms? Gluttony followed by tummyache followed by lots of anti-chocolate propaganda. My kid doesn't have to go ape sh*t on the monster cookie because she knows there'll be another cookie, another day--and she'll probably take one bite of that one, too.
That is all...other than that E. had a fever yesterday while visiting Fun Sink, and Fun Sink wanted to take her to the doctor. Herself. I admit that maybe I'm being over-sensitive here and maybe Fun Sink really did just want to help, but I feel like doctor visits fall strictly within the realm of parental responsibility. What's next, educational guardianship?
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