Oh. You don’t know what I’m talking about? I guess those of you not from our crazy family need to be educated.
It’s the day where you buy lotsa’ pop and drink lotsa’ pop. For those of you in other parts of the country this is also known as soda.
This year I also bought vanilla ice cream just to make it even more sugary deliciousness. You might be sneering at my choice of beverages. If I were you reading my blog, I’d be sneering, too.
Pop isn’t good for you.
Pop is expensive. (That’s why I bought the generic brand.)
Pop has no food value.
That’s why we celebrate.
Maybe you’re like me in this way, you’re concerned about your kids’ health and nutrition, but you have a hubby, a dear, loving, thoughtful, wonderful hubby, but a hubby, nonetheless, who can feed the kids Twinkies for breakfast without any remorse.
Not even a sniggle of remorse. Not a worry about their blood sugar, their metabolism, or the terrors of food dyes on the human body.
Years ago, I’d stopped buying pop and other such stuff and nonsense for the kids, aiming to build a healthier, happier family.
Then Daddy went grocery shopping.
But he didn’t buy groceries.
It was one of his glorious “I can buy anything I want ‘cuz my mom and my wife ain’t here” kinda’ trips. He brought home a lot of pop and taboo snacks, knowing he would thrill the kids with the variety he’d chosen.
Momma Mindy wasn’t too happy.
Momma Mindy grilled Mr. P on why he would buy such poisonous things for their beloved children. Mr. P thinks quickly on his feet, especially when under estrogen attack.
“It’s National Pop Day, didn’t you know?”
Then he elaborated some hilarious tale about the birth of the great holiday and why we need to celebrate each year.
Later, when discussing this situation when the kids weren’t around, we tried to figure out how blissfully unite my quest for health and his quest for snacks in marriage. We came to the conclusion that both can happily live in the same house together. In fact, it provides the check and balance for the home.
If we ate only what I’d read was good for you, life would end up a little boring. If we ate only what Daddy bought, we’d be fat and diabetic, with arteries that needed to be roto-rootered.
Besides, the more you deny, the more they crave. It’s that Romans 7 thing flaring up in their flesh. It can create more desire. Moderation is good. So, during the majority of the year, I don’t buy pop for the kids.