I was in the pantry picking out a snack for Ryan to take to school (first grade) when he came running in.
Ryan: What are you sending for a snack?
Me: Cheese sandwich crackers
Ryan: *grabs the cracker package, flips it over to the nutritional information and reads intently* I can’t take this because it has 11 grams of fat.
Me: You are 7. You are a growing boy. What does it matter that it has 11 grams of fat?
Ryan: The boy next to me always reads all my snacks and says there is too much fat.
Me: Huh? *pause and then I spy the Pretzel snacks and grab them* Here, take this. The boy next to you should be fine with these.
Ryan: *turns the package over for the important news* Oh great! Only .5 grams of fat. Good job mom. Thanks.
Lord have mercy on me. Ryan sits next to the snack police at school…