On the ride back after picking up one of the grandkids -(italics are, of course, sub-vocal) :
"My Mommy is a vegetarian.""Really?""I'm a vegetarian, too.""That's nice""I'm hungry""Wanna stop at McDonalds?""I'm not allowed to eat at McDonalds. Mommy won't let me."(oh, Christ ) "Well, what do you want to eat?""I want a hot dog."(what the hell? do they even make vegetarian hot dogs? If they do I bet they suck)"I don't think any of these places have hot dogs. How about a sandwich from Quiznos?"(from my co pilot and lovely wife) "She won't find anything in there that she likes"(Hey, I'd like you to be quiet )"Mommy lets me eat at Wendy's"(Jesus fucking Christ - that's where I was headed in the first place and really, what's the difference? I suppose the snack bar at Target was totally out of the question)"Okey-dokey, Wendy's it is"
I've since discovered that, once she dispensed with the obligatory initial protestations, this kid will eat anything that remotely resembles food. Now, I've raised enough kids to know that I don't really know anything about anything and I won't presume to tell The Mom how to raise her kid but I can't remember making a big deal about diet with any of the kids and none of them turned out to be sickly fatties. Nothing wrong with moderating sugar and fat to a point but when you get right down to it a calorie is a calorie. And kids are kids. And the more you tell them they can't have it, the more they'll go looking for it.