Last Week
As I was doing my weekly grocery shopping last Saturday, I overheard the following exchange.
Child, holding up package of whole-grain crackers: “Mom, can I get
these?”
Mother: “No. They don’t have any flavor; you won’t like
them.”
And with that, she put two packages of pizza-flavored crackers in her cart. Now, to give her the benefit of the doubt, perhaps she’d been down this road before, and had wasted countless packages of things that caught her child’s eye in the store. I’m going to go out on a limb here, and suggest that if a child is requesting something that is even marginally healthier than average, it might be a good idea to indulge it. But what do I know?
Today
I was only half paying attention to the chit chat in the carpool this morning. Then, about halfway home the woman sitting next to me began talking about a small town in Idaho. To make sure we knew just how small it was, she emphasized that this town is, “Three blocks squared by three blocks squared.” And that was when I had to activate my snicker monitor. Because now I’m dying to know exactly how this town is laid out. Is the whole town two stories tall, or does it extend into a fourth dimension? And I have a feeling that I’ll never know.
