I really try to be all that and a bag of chips when it comes to my kids. Maybe a little too much sometimes. Case in point:
The other night at dinner I was telling my kid that we had nothing in the house to make him for lunch the next day except peanut butter and jelly. He started whining that he didn’t want peanut butter and jelly. He wanted something “good.” (Background info – the kid has a very sophisticated palette and likes things like sashimi. Apparently PB & J just doesn’t cut it sometimes).
I said fine, I’ll go to the grocery store and get some good stuff. I was thinking I’d make him a really nice sandwich with turkey and salami and prosciutto and spinach leaves.
So I’m driving to the grocery store and this story comes on NPR about a woman who lived in Japan for a year. She, coincidentally, was talking about the types of lunches kids bring to school. She said the lunches (in bento box form) are not only nutritious but beautiful. Like the moms will carve carrots into flowers.
I’m thinking, hmm, that’s such a cool idea. What could I buy for lunch tomorrow that I could make into something really interesting? Like a face? Or an animal?
And then the following question literally popped into my head: “What could I buy to carve into a flower?”
And with the insanity of that question, it hit me—what was wrong with me?!? What possible reason could there be to spend two hours carving a cucumber into a totem pole? Which my kid probably won’t even eat because, after all, it’s a cucumber?
Mad props to those moms in Japan, but I personally have to draw the line somewhere. Like a Hello Kitty rice ball. My line is drawn WAAAAY before that happens.
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