Every once in a blue moon I have one of those days. A day where after working for 10 hours, listening to my children scream for the majority of my half hour plus commute, and coming home to Dave, all pitiful from a freshly diagnosed ear infection, the thought of even putting pasta onto boil is more than I can handle. So instead, I resort to something that makes the inner dietitian in me cringe: I let Ben have cereal for dinner. Don't judge me.
Funny how people think that because I'm a dietitian, I eat perfectly. Like when someone tells me about indulging and feels the need to apologize. Or when I run into someone in the grocery store and I catch them sneaking a peek in my cart. Besides occasionally feeding my 3 year old cereal for dinner, I also eat my share of icecream and chocolate. And there you have it.
Ben's quote of the day: "I was fighting at school today and I died with blood. But I'm ok."
You are not alone in the "cereal for dinner" club. My kids always eat better when they get to pick dinner anyway.
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