I’m Creating A Monster

Or maybe I’m finally doing something right.  I’m not sure which.

The other night at dinner, Husband offered to take the kids to the
dairy to get ice cream cones.  My 7-year-old son piped up, "I don’t
need all that sugar!  I’m going to go outside and play with my friends!"

HULLO???  This is the King of Hot Fudge Sundaedom.  Sure enough, he ran outside to play and turned down a trip for ice cream.

Then yesterday when we were at Wal*Mart, I suggested that we visit the Sonic drive-in.  Now, mind you, I had spent the last
30 minutes perusing the isles of the grocery section with two kids
bombarding me for every sugary, fat-laden treat they laid their greedy
eyes on.  I am sure I said "no" at least 100 times, no lie.  (I did
find some healthier snack alternatives.  I’m planning to share them in
another post.) 

So anyway, as I was debating whether to go to Sonic or to go home
and fix sandwiches, my son piped up, "But mom, that’s just more junk!"

Good point.  Unfortunately the euphoria was over last night
at dinner when he asked me, "Mom, why don’t we get to have any junk when
everyone else does?"

Because I’m a mean mommy, and I’m out to make your life miserable, of course.  Isn’t that my job?

Anyay, we did succumb to the Sonic drive-in.  I had never been before and wanted to know what all the fuss was about.  I don’t quite get it, frankly.  McDonald’s makes a far superior burger, and don’t get me started on the fries.  Although I haven’t had a Quarter Pounder in years, so perhaps my memories are a tad inflated.

So what’s the big deal about Sonic, anyway?