I've gotten pretty slack about finding good snacks for Kingston, and the old trusty Cheez-It's really weren't cutting it anymore. (Have you ever seen a kid turn down a cheese cracker?! Kingston is offended that I even offer them to him. He dismisses them with a firm shake of his head. And he was never into Cheerios. Seriously?) So while
So having snacks on the brain, Kingston and I headed to Food Lion. After grabbing a few things for dinner (nothing great, not worth posting about) we went for the raisin aisle. The raisins that I fed Kingston this morning were leftovers from over a year ago, so I wanted to get him some freshies that would probably be a little softer and tastier. (Why do I remember when I bought the raisins? Well, because I bought the raisins because of Kingston and what his birth did to my digestive system and bathroom parts, that's why. Sorry. Too much information.) I thought Kingston might like some other versions of dried fruit, and he was starting to get fussy as I looked. I grabbed the first thing I saw. Dried peaches. I pulled one out and realized that they were 1/2 peaches and huge and tough. But I had already opened the bag. I'll admit, I thought for a second about just putting it back on the shelf but I did no such thing. (My mother once ate a peice of candy from the pound candy bins that used to be in Food Lion when I was a kid without paying for it and probably still stresses about it to this day. Do you, Mom? I come by honesty honestly!) Instead, I went for it. I gave him the whole thing. He loved it! And it lasted the entire shopping trip, and the ride home. He couldn't chew it, more gnaw/suck on it. Not until we started walking up the stairs into the house did he cram the whole thing into his mouth (for the first time! I know, I was shocked that he hadn't done it sooner, too!) only to have me fish it out and throw it away. 1 dried peach 1/2. Entertainment for at least 30 minutes. Well worth it.
So now we have 2 new, very healthy snacks added to Kingston's repertoire. I'm so excited! You are, too. Admit it. Now please don't think about my mother any differently. It was one chocolate covered peanut. You've done it before, too. Admit it.