Houston, we have a problem. That much was clear moments after I walked through the door with a box in my hand.
"Pizza?" Mila asked as she ran to my side.
"Nope, it's not pizza," I replied. I expected her to be super disappointed because "no" and "pizza" are the worst words that can be put together. She wasn't disappointed, though.
"Donut?" she tried again.
I am positive Mila can't read (yet!), but she was right. I was indeed carrying a box filled with donuts. The littlest member of the family was over the moon with excitement because donuts. I mean, seriously. DONUTS. That's a pretty solid consolation prize when you were hoping for pizza.
So ... I'm thinking maybe I should be concerned that my 1 year-old knows what a box that holds food looks like and that her first guesses are pizza and donut. Other fun words that are in her vocabulary include candy, ice cream, treat, cookie, and a whole bunch of other variations of junk food. It's as if the kid got her hands on my personal food pyramid and made it her own.
Whoops.
Except, do I really get the blame? Alexis is also my kid, of course, and she didn't start to understand the joy of junk food until very recently. She's all in on the Girl Scout Cookies and ice cream these days, but she really could leave the rest of it behind in favor of some Lima beans and salad.
I made that kid. She doesn't like junk.
I made that other kid as well, and she will starve herself at dinner in hopes of conning her way into getting some junk instead. She has never met a bag of candy she didn't want to destroy, cake she didn't want to inhale, and and she will happily take a bath in ice cream.
Life was so much easier when I didn't have to share my food pyramid. I might have to start hiding in the pantry when I need some chocolate.
