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…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…
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…
If my scrawny butt child tells me one.more.time. that he is fat, so help me, I’m going to scream. The kid could eat butter for meals and still be at 25th percentile weight. On the plus side, he truly keeps track of what he’s had on the food pyramid.
OK, so what the hell, I read this like 5 stinking days ago and never got around to commenting. What a bad blog friend I have become, letting my real life have priority these days.
I am praying that healthy eating peer pressure affects my Gavin. Seriously, I am going to pay some bully into telling Gavin he is going to beat him up at recess unless he brings an apple and eats it the next day. This is awesome.
KEEP BELIEVING
You are in big trouble! I was eating lunch with my son once at school, and got a lecture from one of his classmates on how unhealthy his turkey Lunchable was. This from a kid who eats a whole can of Chef-Boy-R-D ravioli for lunch every single day.
Are you kidding me? Man, I’d like to meet that kids (crazy) parents . . .