Let Them Eat Little Debbies
Okay, okay, I get it. Kids are chubbier. They’re fat. You could line them all up and do one hell of a synchronized ‘truffle shuffle’. And you could blame me if you’re looking for a scapegoat. I am one of those people [who turned into a bonafide mom] that walks the fine line between healthy [fruits-and-veggies-and-whole-grains] and not-so [chocolate-almond-bark-dipped-chinese noodles-and-Little-Debbies-oatmeal-cream-pies] and I think it’s okay if my kids are, too.
I think we should encourage kids to have a healthy concience, and to throw it to the wind when a individually-wrapped Little Debbie appears. Kids can have their apple dippers and mug root beer, too. Or a side of sugar-laden catsup with their steamed edamame. Let kids tow the line, and they’ll turn out fine.
So let’s play our kids like our over-scheduled playdates and nary deprive them of a Star Crunch.