I bought Pringles yesterday. And hot dogs. My son was craving hot dogs after seeing a commercial on TV for "Dollar Dog Night" at Progressive Field (that's where the Cleveland Indians play...) and so I bought him hot dogs. I never buy hot dogs. Personally, I think they are disgusting. Of course, if one decides to take me (yes, I'm not paying) to a Tribe game, I'd be happy to shovel in several purchased (again, I'm not buying) hot dogs. This is why everyone loves "Dollar Dog Night" and this is why I believe my son started craving them after seeing the commercial. People were shoveling them in on that commercial while appearing to be having hot dog orgasms. But I digress.
So what does this have to do with hiding Pringles? Pringles are chips and chips go with hot dogs. Are you following? Well, after all of this talk about hot dogs, he decided last night that he did NOT want hot dogs for dinner OR the Pringles. I love kids. Really, they are a blast and so easy to please. For the record, I generally make healthy meals for him, but I was trying to be a hip, cool mom for once and get wild and crazy with these hot dogs. But I digress again.
So there the Pringles sat,
staring glaring at me calling me by name,
"Hey you fat ass, come eat me". I heard that shit and immediately told my son to go hide them because eating a whole can of Pringles was beginning to feel like a really bad idea. My son then said,
"I'll hide them in my room." knowing full well that I wouldn't step foot in that monstrosity of a cesspool. Now I normally do
NOT allow food in his room, but I could not have been more happy with this idea. I would NEVER go in his room to look for ANYTHING.
I think from now on any of his junk food I don't want to be tempted to eat, I will just make him hide in his room. Not sure how great of an idea this is because while I'm going to stay healthy and fit, my son will turn into another obese teen.
Oh well, as I know deep down inside, as a good mother, it's all about me anyway.
