Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Today, after spending two hours at the YMCA I did a little grocery shopping. I looked into my basket and suddenly I felt superior to everyone else at Wal-Mart. There was not one unhealthy thing in my basket (unless you count the razors. Those are not good to eat.) Look at my groceries, I thought. I am a responsible adult! I have vegetables and beef, for stew! IN A CROCK POT. I have bananas! I don't even like bananas! But, they are healthy. And I am a responsible adult.

This feeling was only further encouraged by the woman checking out ahead of me, who had stocked up on twenty bottles of snow cone syrup. They only carry this in the summer, you know! I, on the other hand, was much more concerned for the excess high fructose corn syrup on which children would be gorging. Exactly how much HFCS is in that syrup? Nothing I have purchased has HFCS, I thought. Look at this bread label! Clearly, I am more responsible.

And on the way home, I thought about my feelings. I thought about times when I feel that I can nod to others in recognition "Yes. I, too, am an adult."


And then I thought about all the times I've eaten cookies or ice cream for dinner. Because what's the fun of being an adult if you can't eat ice cream for dinner?

I decided my version of adult is better.

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fraukuech said...

"When you're an adult," I've told the kids, "you can eat as much candy as you want without asking permission from ANYONE."

Stargirl said...

That is SO TRUE. You can eat whatever you want and IT'S SO AWESOME.