When I was little I HATED eating the crusts of my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I remember my mom humoring me and cutting the edges off of my sandwiches for me but sometimes she wouldn't. I'd moan and complain about the crusts and you know what my mother told me? My mom told me that the crusts were the most important part of the bread and that they contained extra vitamins. So, I ate the crust because it was good for me.
Fast forward to about 2 years ago when I started making my own bread at home. I was sitting there eating a fresh, baked slice of bread when it hit me...the crusts aren't full of vitamins! They're just the browned edges of the same old bread dough that's on the inside!! WHAT?!?! My mom lied to me?! Okay. So my mother didn't lie to me, just merely told me what I needed to hear to get the job done. And I'm not sure which is worse - the fact that she fibbed or the fact that it took me 20 years to realize the truth.
Today Sarah was eating her peanut butter sandwich but leaving the crusts in her sandwich bag. I took one look at the crusts and before I could help it I told her that she was missing out on the most important part of the sandwich - the vitamin rich crust. Yes, I did. And on top of that Sarah then asked what the white stuff on the top of her bread was (it was the floury dusting they do for decoration). I assured her that the powder was vitamin flour and that it was important she eat it all up too.
Maybe she'll outwit me and realize that the crusts are simply crusts before she is 25 years old.
2 comments:
Hahaa, pretty funny!
That made me chuckle! I remember when I was about 7 or 8, my mom had spent all day making a big pot of soup... on a day that had to be 85 degrees or so. We sat down to eat dinner and I was so hot already and I was trying to eat this really hot soup my mom had made. I asked her why we were eating such a hot food that was usually reserved for cold, rainy days. She went in to a long explaination of how eating hot food actually cools you down from the inside out. I believed her and ate my soup. I still think about that day every now and then. Although there is some truth to that statement, it was actually a ploy to get me to eat my dinner. I too, notice myself telling Jacob silly things just to get him to eat. Maybe it's a right of passage as a Mom, or maybe I'm just a big fibber, but as long as my kid has a full belly, I'm happy!
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