Last night, we were sitting around the dining room table, just chatting, long after the plates had been cleared. Somehow the topic of Twinkies came up, though, for the life of me, I can’t remember why.
“Twinkies? What are Twinkies?” Nick asked.
I looked at Mystic and said, “My nine-and-a-half-year-old doesn’t know what Twinkies are. I don’t know whether this means I’m doing a good job as a Mom or not.”
“I think if Nick doesn’t know what Twinkies are, you’re doing a great job as a mom.”
Oh how I love that man.
And it’s true. Although I was surprised Nick didn’t know what they were, I have to say, I was pretty proud of that too.
While it is sometimes hard to get the kids to sit down and focus on eating a meal, largely because they both fall into the “grazer” category more, I don’t often complain about how or what they eat.
The snack drawer is filled with organic applesauce, packages of goji berries and pomegranates, and granola bars. Fresh fruit or cherry tomatoes makes it into Madeline’s lunch box nearly every day of the week, and she usually eats that first. Homemade hummus is an oft-requested lunchbox item for Nick. The amount of yogurt we all eat is ridiculous. More often than not, they make the right choices on their own, with no prompting from me.
Do we have processed foods in our house? Yes. Without a doubt. There is a package of Oreos or two. An occasional foray into Cheez-Doodles. Ice cream from the local dairy. But it is the exception, rather than the rule.