Snacktime Faux Pas

Between trying to get out of the house by 8:40 to get to Molly's swimming lesson on time, packing for a trip to the new splash pad and attempting to get the cup of coffee out of the carpet in the baby's room I forgot to bring a snack for the kids today.

I didn't realize that I had forgotten a snack until we were in the checkout line at K-Mart (we had gone there to buy carpet cleaner).  Because our K-Mart is incredibly slow (I have visibly aged while standing in line), I refused to leave the line (again--Molly decided she had to go potty while we were in line the first time).  So I grabbed the first thing I saw, which happened to be a package of Oreo Cakesters. I'll be honest, I love Cakesters.  They're horrible, terrible fake-tasting food that I love.  I very, very rarely give in and have these and I've certainly never given these to my children before, and never thought I would.  But today I did.

So, off we go to the splash pad, kids in their carseats happily munching on Cakesters.  Or so I thought.  It seems that Max found his Cakester far too precious for consumption.  Instead he chose to hold on to it until he found the perfect time and place to eat it.  He then proceeded to carry it around the park/splash pad for the next 30 minutes.  Activities pursued while laden with Cakester include climbing up and down playground equipment, going through a tunnel, sliding down 2 different slides, walking up at least one of them, digging in the sandbox and finally, running through the water in the splash pad.  Somehow the Cakester remained completely perfect and safe.  At this point, he sat down right next to me and consumed it in two giant bites.  Then wiped his hands all over me.

While Max's ability to multitask is impressive, there is a huge downside to his Cakester hoarding adventure.  Every. Single. SAHM at the park saw my child running around with the absolute worst snack a mother could possibly feed her child.  Seriously.  This was no mere package of "fruit" snacks, which only nets mild disapproval from the mom with the bag of organic strawberries and SIGG canteen in hand, no it was a freaking Cakester.  Taking a Cakester to a playdate is roughly equivalent to taking a whore to church.  It's just not done.  If I weren't already in a mom's group, I may well have been blacklisted.