Saturday, March 15th, 2014
3 years, 3 months.
My main role when our family goes grocery shopping is to distract/entertain/keep you from knocking over the fruit stands.
Fortunately tonight, we had just come back from the Monster Jam truck show and you were occupied as long as I could keep helping you find new places to crash your toy monster trucks into each other.
As we finally were checking out at Whole Foods, you instinctly grabbed on to the end of the grocery shopping cart, as if it were understood you wanted to ride out to the car while the helpful Whole Foods staff member pushed you.
This is not something you had ever seen before- like I said, it was simply an instinct.
After gaining a quick nod of approval from me, Emily, the girl who eagerly and kindly helped us take the groceries out to the car, began pushing you out to the parking lot as Mommy and I escorted you.
That is a classic childhood memory that every kid should have. Emily, the Whole Foods girl, was very cool about it.
As you can see from the photo collage (above) I made of the event, you loved it!
Just yesterday I wrote to you about how there were certain freedoms that I got to enjoy as a child, that you won’t be able to.
Well, fortunately, riding on the end of a shopping cart was not mentioned.
The way I see it, it’s your right, as an American little boy, to enjoy riding on a shopping cart.
It’s a right of passage.
I feel as your daddy, it’s sort of my responsibility to help set the backdrop for these little adventures.
Granted, you can’t wander around the neighborhood aimlessly like I did back in the 1980s… but you can ride a shopping cart like I did back in the 1980s.
At least there’s that!
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Wednesday, January 15th, 2014
3 years, 1 month.
Last week your teacher at school introduced you and your classmates to a new concept: that not all food is healthy.
Since then, you have been asking me if every single food item you can think of is healthy or not.
“Is ice cream healthy, Daddy?” you genuinely asked me.
The same happened about cookies, too.
You later asked me about cheesy crackers, though you didn’t bother to ask about cake. However, for some reason, you’ve yet to ask me if vegetables, like broccoli and carrots, are healthy.
I snapped a few shots of your health-related project at school.
You had to decide which pictures, cut out from magazines, best resembled the kinds of foods we regularly buy each week when we get groceries, by placing the cut-outs in a paper sack.
I had to laugh at yours, compared to your friends.
Yours was so… politically correct, as the token vegetarian kid of the class:
Bell peppers, blueberries, tomatoes, and apples. That’s it and that’s all.
What I learned from this is that you are definitely paying attention when Mommy and I pick out the fruits and veggies at Whole Foods. Beyond that? Not so much.
You didn’t choose pasta, bread, beans, or rice, which are all staples in your diet. Just bell peppers, blueberries, tomatoes, and apples.
I’m pretty sure you were the only kid to not include meat in your brown grocery sack.
But with your selection, you made it look like our family is a bunch of fruitarians.
(Yes, that’s a real thing! And yes, technically, bell peppers and tomatoes are considered fruits, depending on who you ask.)
One day you’ll fully understand what meat is. All you know is that the other kids at school eat it but you don’t- you either get soy butter or veggie patties instead- which you love, by the way.
You always think I’m joking when I try to explain what the butchered meat is at Whole Foods. You ask me each week, ‘Daddy, what’s that red stuff?”
But hey… as long as we’ve got bell peppers, blueberries, tomatoes, and apples, though; that’s apparently all we need anyway.
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