Stop wondering why I’m bouncing off the wall, Mommy.
Interesting to note that Sister, Jr. #2: The Nephew has, to date, had NO SUGAR in his little life. No sugar but what’s found in **apples and bananas, the only fruit he’ll tolerate to date. Still don’t quite get why he won’t eat plums or cherries or apricots, but whatever. As long as we never take him to IHOP, his wee life is safe.
Oh, okay, okay. The HORTON HEARS A WHO promotion was really, really cute. And who doesn’t want to eat Green Eggs and Ham and drink Beezlenut Splash? But IHOP? Enough with the Who-Cakes. Maybe fictional characters can eat frosting covered, candy sprinkled, chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast… but real human children in a nation wallowing through an obesity epidemic (can we say epidemic anymore? Doesn’t that imply some kind of sudden, widespread and temporary emergency?), maybe not so much.
It just kind of makes me tired that half the population whines and moans about how fat and unhealthy and on a slick-larded fast-track to hell we as a nation are — and the other half continues to grease the track. Plain old average people, who just want to enjoy life, get sick of hearing about it, and choose the side of the ‘greasers,’ who at least aren’t yammering in their ears all the time, and who give them nice coupons and movie tie-ins for their kids.
And so it goes.
(**Apples. How the heck do you get down an apple with only four teeth? ON THE BOTTOM? Could he maybe just try the peach? Did he have to give me The Look like I was trying to poison him? How could he already have such a well-developed evil eye when he’s a year and five days old? Oh, yeah. He’s a relative. And he’s had really good lessons from The Niece.)