To the lady who looked at me all crazy in Aldi yesterday for letting my son eat cherries out of the container while making a huge mess on his face and clothes: Chill out! Seriously. He's a kid. More importantly, he's my kid. If I don't mind, you shouldn't either.
Look at that face. That is the face of a happy kid. A kid who just tried cherries for the first time and really, really liked them. That's the face of a kid who usually eats a lot of grilled cheese sandwiches, so to see him try a new food and actually like it, score one for Mom.
You might see a huge mess and truthfully, so do I, but I see so much more. I see a little boy who just reached outside of his grilled cheese laden comfort zone and took a chance on fruit and won. I see a little boy who is grocery shopping with his "favorite Mommy" and having a blast, while learning about budgets and limits. (I didn't cave on the cookies)
I see a sweet, dirty faced little boy having fun and making memories he will have for a lifetime. I see all of my hopes and dreams right there, in that messy little cherry eating boy.
Kids are not kids for long. Soon, there will come a day when he will be too big to fit in the back of the grocery basket. There will come a day when having cherry juice all over your face and clothes will not be cute, but until then, we are gonna eat alllll the cherries, we are gonna laugh as loud as we can and we are gonna have an amazing time, even if it's at the grocery store.
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