When shopping at food basics the other night, we saw the family sized Lucky Charms on sale for half price. With a wistful look and a shy smile, Jake looked at me and said, "Do you mind if I get some?" "Of course not," said I, knowing he was as happy as a clam.
The next day (yesterday), I was hankering for something sweet to eat, that didn't require much assembly. Next thing I know, my eyes wandered up to the cereal cupboard, remembering those Lucky Charms (they're a nice little snack). Today, however, I got up the courage to have a bowl. For breakfast. I'm finishing it off as we speak, relishing the taste of those colourful little marshmallows, knowing that all the discussions about healthy breakfasts just swirled down my esophagus along with the sugary milk. I think, for the time being, my guilt has been partially absolved.