I've been trying to make a concerted effort of to not load Mozart up with carbs for his snacks. This is hard as he prefers carb: Biscuits, cookies, crackers, popcorn, bread, dry cereal, the list goes on... Tonight we stopped at the store on the way home for a couple of things. The garbage disposal broke, so TW asked me to pick something up for dinner. Mozart overheard this and suggested pizza. I was game. Still had to go to the store, but pizza it is (we are waiting). When we got home, though, Mozart said he needed a snack. I cut up pears. This was not his idea of a snack, and he let me know by wailing, "NO, I need bunny crack!!!"
We, of course, do not give our child crack of any kind. Not even the bunny kind.** And let's be clear if we were going to drug him, it would be of the tranquilizing nature. Not that we would ever think of that. Not even now, as he continues to wail about having his crack. Not even as he methodically takes his bowl of pears to the sink and dumped them in. And not even as he throws himself on the floor, lamenting toddler-style, about how unfair life is and then bangs his head on the coffee table, making the screams all the more pleasant.
Sigh.
**The bunny crack he is referring too is Annie's Cheddar Bunnies
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