A Cheetos Confession & Lesson for Spoiled Brats

DSCN2682To carry on in the spirit of my previous post, not caring what people think, I have a story.

I have a daughter. She is three and three-quarters years old. She is a diva. Strong-willed. Spoiled. Adorable. Bratty. Darling. A Control Freak. Innocent. Devilish. Angelic. Beastly.

You probably know a kid like this.  

She loves Cheetos. She is like a moth to a flame with Cheetos.  Every time we eat at Subway (here I duck down to avoid the scowls of my readers who cannot bear to learn that I darken the door of such an establishment, much less feed her food that Satan feeds his spawn), she runs to the chip display and performs a jack-in-the-box like spastic thrown-down.  CHEETOS!! CHEETOS! CHEETOS!!

Since, we do not buy this kind of food at home, I let her eat Cheetos at Subway as a treat.

However, last week, I made the mistake of taking all three of my luverlies to the Harris Teeter to pick up a few items.  Normally, I know better than to take three snacky shorties shopping, but apparently, I was feeling extremely stupid.  Thus I found myself on the “pretzel aisle” being accosted by my three tinies with ginormous brown eyes and pleading voices.

They promised that if I bought them Cheetos, they’d stop pulling the shopping cart back and forth like a jerky roller coaster.  Additionally, they would be good for the rest of their lives, AND they would love me forever.

Well, as I stated, I was feeling extremely stupid, so like an idiot, I bought the Cheetos.

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Sure. I could have included a more normal photo of Amy and me, but I just cannot resist when my teeth look so big, freakish, and scary.

Sure. I could have included a more normal photo of Amy and me, but I just cannot resist when my teeth look so big, freakish, and scary.

Okay, you have been tricked.  To finish reading AND to find out how I spin this post to spiritual matters, you’ll have to click HERE, where I give my full confession in the safe confines at AmyJBennett.com, my friend Amy’s blog.  She promised that people would be nice to me over there since I am new to the whole “not caring thing.”  While you are there, look around at her posts, which are brilliant–especially the gorgeous fashion ideas,  and thank her for being such a tremendous encouragement to me to KEEP BLOGGING. Even though I’m mad at her half of the time for writing the EXACT posts that I wanted to write, I still think she’s awesome. :) 

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