Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Here is how Betty likes to spend part of her day.
Bruiser soaks up tile-floor-coolness.
Healthy Eating Report: My son told me today that he had a dream that he was eating healthy. "I had a dream that I was eating healthy," he told me, which included having a bag of carrots and a bag of red grapes with him. "I was eating grapes," he told me.
"Do you like grapes?" I asked. I have to ask, because the crappy eating habits of my two remaining at-home kids so floors me that I have finally given in to the shopping list that reads as follows:
2. Pop Tarts
3. Chocolate crunchy cereal (whatever the brand name is)
4. Non-organic milk (which my son insists is the milk of his forefathers)
5. pizza pouches (pouches! I ask you!)
8. crap candy
"I have a dream," I told him, and though I'm sure he got it, he refused to give me the satisfaction of a courtesy smile, even.
"Yeah, I like grapes. The red ones, seedless. Not the green ones. Those look too healthy."
"The red ones are better for you, anyway," I said, which I think is true.
"Good. Now don't tell me that ever again," he said.
Score one for healthy eating, stealth-style.