Lessons come from the most unlikely places. Like from children and applesauce. And crack. Sometimes from manky, infected toes and bubblewrap, but that’s another story altogether. Today’s lesson is courtesy of applesauce and crack and I don’t really know how I feel about it all.
Ash, eating applesauce straight from the jar. “It’s Apples Mum. It must be healthy.”
Me, trying good parenting. “Yeah. But how much sugar is in it?”
“12% of that jar was sugar. That’s not healthy.”
“Look on the bright side. It isn’t 50%.”
“That’s like saying to someone who just lost a finger. ‘Look on the bright side, it wasn’t half an arm.’ It isn’t helpful. They still lost a finger.”
“Well I’d rather lose a finger than an arm. I don’t think you’re getting it Mum. There’s always a bright side.”
Ten minutes later…
Me, trying some more parenting “…I’m glad you asked. The inserts for the cup holders are on the sink because *someone* <eyeballs Ash> left iceblock wrappers in there and they got sticky.”
“Look on the bright side, Mum. At least I’m not a crack addict”.
Today applesauce and crack have taught us valuable lessons. I’m pretty sure the lesson is that if you’re a total smartarse, try not to raise your children to be just like you.