Saturday, February 28, 2009
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. I like to call them "Coma-in-a-Box." And they were the frosted kind with sprinkles on top to make it worse. 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*