Candy for breakfast
Yesterday morning my mom called and she was a little off. She chattered on about Christmas and the dog, my dad, my sister (I didn’t bother asking which one) and a few other things I couldn’t make out.
It was like Mom drank a whole pot of coffee, the only problem being she doesn’t drink coffee.
I told her she was off and she got defensive.
“Not crazy, just a little…hyper.”
“Oh,” she said, possibly relieved. “I had toffee for breakfast instead of Cherrios.”
Of course you did. Because toffee is a perfectly acceptable breakfast for an adult who raised three girls and has grandchildren. 
Oh wait. I had cookies for breakfast. And Figgy had Pringles, and I was on cup number eight or so of coffee, and eating more cookies because it’s the holidays and everyone knows cookies are calorie free around the holidays. Then this morning I had a mini chocolate bunt cake for breakfast and I got a breakfast report of Good and Plentys from Figgy (which is funny because last week that’s what I ate for lunch one day).
Apparently our family finds it OK to eat crap food anytime. Like last night when my husband was eating truffles at 1:30 in the morning while I made them for work people. Or the cold pizza we would eat for breakfast in high school and college which was learned from Dad.
The best part being that the totally crap food isn’t a treat. It’s a meal. No sides, no supplements. We don’t even pretend it’s not a meal. Cookies, toffee, potato chips, truffles, pizza, theater candy…it all goes. No apologies or second thoughts needed.
Who is Glitter and Who is Doom? Does it matter?
