Just read this post and now feel like an odd combo of wild and carefree mixed with guilty and inadequate. This is a terrible duo - rather like ordering a jumbo cone of death by chocolate ice cream and then thinking about the calories the entire time you're eating it.
I had a food sample lady talk to me about calories today as I fed my son a cheese cracker from her tray. "Only 50 calories per 1 billion crackers; that's practically zero!" she chirped at me. I dunno, it was something like that, I wasn't listening. My daughter was captivated by a display of cans and my son was glaring suspiciously at me and the food I proferred. I don't know why I stop at the food offerings anymore; really they play into every weird social anxiety I can think of. It's like a timeshare seminar in that you feel obligated to listen to the spiel, all the while thinking things like "there's more than one flavour, so does that mean I can take one of each? Is that greedy?" And praying that your child will actually eat whatever you give them.
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