Sooner or later, Moose had to be released into the wild. The wild being a park district preschool.
Moose’s pseudo preschool began one mere hour one day a week. All was well, until his teacher, Ms. Patience, mentioned, “And then we have snack”.
My eyes darted to the sink area. Water bottles and…drumroll please…
Even if we weren’t GFCFSF (and EF HIJKLMNOP) I would never LET MY KID EAT THAT GARBAGE.
The organic mommy in me was about to pull a Snooki on her ass.
Why fruit snacks, people? For two year olds? Are you out of your sugared minds? Giving that crap to kids who can’t even talk yet? Corn syrup? Artificaly colorings? Sugar galore?
What kind of example are we setting here? Fruit snacks are CRAP. They are NOT fruit, and definetly not of the snack variety in my home.
Next time I’ll bring sugar packets and just let my kid down them.
I went off. Poor Ms. Patience, young 20 something, Ms. Patience.
My rant included: Well, my kid has food allergies and is on a special diet, and I don’t see why we need a snack for a one hour program. Snacks should be healthy, this is unacceptable. The schools that I have taught at have banned these types of foods, why should the park district be exempt from this?
I took the package of fruit snacks and read the ingredients aloud. Corn syrup? Red dye #40?
I want to smack these parents upside the head. Are you really that stupid? Seriously??? Had I been PMSing, this may have occured. Lucky them.
Finally, I concluded, ” Could I bring real fruit, instead?”
Ms. Patience nodded. Then she crawled and hid under her desk*.
*added for effect
**please excuse my French, crap foods sets off fire alarms in my skull