Sophie was at a birthday party this afternoon and there was a pinata. Filled with candy. What followed was a stampede of 3- and 4-year old kids. Sophie almost missed out as she got tossed around by her camarades. But she’s nothing if not resilient. She managed to grab a couple of treats, including a multi-colored Twizzler candy, dyed in Easter pastel tones.
Boy, was she happy when she saw that candy. I told her it was junk. She asked permission to eat it. I told her I wasn’t sure she’d like it, but that she could try. With a sh*t-eating grin on her face, she ecstatically put the forbidden food in her mouth.
And on the way home, this was her happy refrain: “I like this junk, Mom!”