Yesterday I went grocery shopping at Publix (of course) and I brought home 4 boxes of one of the most horrible, God-forsaken processed foods on the planet. Pop-tarts. And they were the frosted kind with sprinkles on top. My husband loves these things and when I bring them home along with my wheat germ, flax seeds, and spaghetti squash... he is nicer to me. And well, they were free after coupons. (of course)
So this morning my bouncing 4 year old finds the shiny box and brings them to me.
Gabe: I want this!!!!!!!!! Pleeeeeeeese!!!
Me: You don't want that. Those are your Dad's. It's garbage, Gabe
Gabe: I WANT TO EAT GARBAGE LIKE DAD!!!!
Me: *rolls eyes and lets Justin handle the rest*
That's hysterical. My cousin was visiting once with my parents and brought the contraband into the house. My kids were all over that! Sometimes, when we walk the cereal aisle it still comes up... I wonder if my arteries will ever clear from my pop-tart childhood...
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