Dear Sanctimony: You’re Not the Perfect Mom
"You’re standing in the grocery store aisle trying to remember if you already have an unopened bag of Goldfish at home or if you need to buy more, when she finds you. She takes one look at your messy-faced toddler, chewing on your grocery list in the seat of the cart, and draws up short. Her eyebrows skyrocket and her nostrils flare. Then she smiles.
“You know those are really high in sodium, don’t you?” she says, placing a protective hand on her own toddler’s head and gesturing to the Goldfish. You make some sort of noncommittal noise.
“I bake my own Goldfish crackers,” she continues. “They’re super easy. They only take four hours and my daughter loves them. Let me give you the recipe. You shouldn’t be giving those to your kid.'"
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. . . along the lines of, thanks, no, but if you want to bake a batch, blow me, and clean up the house afterwards, I suspect even my wife would be ok with it. Should I ask her?
Sadly, I don't get many takers. Perhaps I should change my approach.