Sunday, April 19, 2009
The day I traded my dad for a yogurt
We don't eat refined sugar at home. Ever. That's how paranoid we are as parents. It's not so much the sugar and coloring that I am worried about as the fact that I see what happens whenever she goes to children's birthday parties and all the children run amok, loaded up with artificial sugars and chocolate.
Sophie does get desert on weekends at home with her parents, but even then it's limited to yogurt with some raisins stirred in.
The story that has to go down into our family books is this one (translated from French)
"Sophie, it's bedtime for you and Alex. We only have time for one thing so you have to choose. Either you have another yogurt with Mama or else, Papa can tell you a story."
Sophie thinks about it for all of 30 seconds and then says "Yogurt. Please."
"So no story with Papa?"
"No, it's okay Papa, just yogurt, no story"
"okay - Good night Sophie"
Clearly the way to this girl's heart is via the stomach. She really meant it when she said she wanted the yogurt instead of Papa. There she is with the fruit loop necklace made in school.