We’ve been avoiding giving Atti any sugar, not because we’re evil parents who hate childhood, but more because I wanted to put off a fight as long as I could. This poor kid has me forcing so many things that are good for him, if he knew that sugar existed in the world, getting him to eat the few bites of spinach I can cram down his throat would only be that much harder. As long as he was unaware of sugar, it was one less thing I had to say no to.
I finally broke my prohibition the other day during a super traumatic doctor visit (more about that later), so when Bear made homemade Snickerdoodles this weekend, I figured I could be a nice mom and at least feel okay that there was no corn syrup involved.
Atti’s a fan.