Sugar
Who are you
Also: I’ll be at the Salon du livre de Montréal starting this Friday, at two different booths! I won’t have Boumeries books with me but yo can still come and see me for my other work, guys! Here’s my schedule (in French since the books I’m signing are in French…):
Those are literally the worst type of parents. Its one thing if the kid is diabetic. Its another altogether to just be a nutjob -_-
That woman is either crazy or lying.
The two are not mutually exclusive. Also, I’m pretty sure that her *intentions* in regards to the welfare of her child are good, but I’m also pretty sure that Reality will soon give her hints that those intentions may not be so good for her child.
For a lot of these parents it’s not about the kid at all, it’s about being able to feel smug and superior.
Yeeeeep
Oh yes.
And you know that this is the child that will end up grabbing candy by the fistful at the next party and make themselves sick trying to stuff it all in at once before mama sees.
Does that parent know that fruits and veggies have sugar in them anyways?
An actual problem in Swedish schools is that they soon can’t afford to keep offering free school lunches (like they have for as long as I’ve been alive) because crazy parents demanding ultra-specific diets for their children.
:(
Who… even has time for that? We don’t have time to prepare healthy balanced food for ourselves for every meal and we don’t have kids! I can only assume most
parents who somehow do this don’t work full time.
I grew up with the child of a family friend who had never been given anything but the same three meals since age three or so: the same cereal for breakfast, a cheese sandwich and juice for lunch, and Spaghetti-O’s for dinner. EVERY. NIGHT. OF. HIS. LIFE. Amazingly, social services didn’t care… but we did. We’d smuggle him “normal people food” constantly. Kid was stunted, he’s my age and is the height and size of an eight year old and his mother turned out to be actually maliciously crazy about keeping him on that diet. She watched him eat peanut butter cookies once and threw such a fit that my grandmother ejected her from her house because those were HER home-baked cookies and if SHE had a problem with it, she’d better bring her own!
Oh boy.