adult food

I love Trader Joe's. The food is yummy, well priced and I'm always making a new BFF with the cashiers and we talk about our mutual appreciation for hummus. What I love more than Trader Joe's is Christmas time Trader Joe's. The time of the year when the special treats come and stay only for the holiday season. The peppermint Joe Joe's (TJ's version of Oreos), gingerbread cookies, peppermint green tea and my favorite, pretzel slims covered in a thin layer of white chocolate sprinkled with crushed candy canes.

I bought a bag of the Christmas pretzel thins on a trip to TJ's and was planning on hiding and then eating them when the pint sized humans were tucked in their beds that night. However the three-year old spotted the sweet treats on the kitchen counter and asked if he could try them. Without much thought I replied, "No, that is adult food and if you eat it you will turn into an adult."

As mentioned previously my three-year-old has a great sense of humor and from and early age he has never taken me very seriously. My six-year-old on the other hand takes me very seriously he has a great sense of humor and loves to laugh but he is also very cut and dry and his world is very black and white. My kidding nature doesn't fair so well with the six-year-old and I've been told on many occasions to, "STOP JOKING AROUND!"

My three-year-old was not buying my ban on the adult food and his very persistent begging and pleading finally wore me down. So I handed him a delightful pretzel slim and before the treat could reach his small fingers my six-year-old wraps his arms around his brother and tackled him to the floor   screaming, "Don't eat that you'll turn into and ADULT!" Tears were streaming down the six-year-olds cheeks as he really thought he was loosing his brother to adulthood. Through the commotion the three-year-old managed to eat the forbidden treat. Which sent the six-year-old into complete melt down. Feeling like a horrible mother I consoled my six-year-old and made sure he knew I was only joking and that no food could turn a child into an adult.

The tears stopped and I thought all was well on Smallwood Lane until minutes later I heard the six-year-old ask his brother, "Hey say something," making sure his brother's voice had not gained a deep vibrato. Several more times that evening I heard the six-year-old ask his brother to say something. It wasn't till later that evening when the six-year-old asked to eat a pretzel slim himself that I truly knew everything was right in the world once more.