Today, while nannying:
Kid 1: I got an Easy-Bake Oven for my birthday last week. Last week I turned five, and five is old enough for an Easy-Bake Oven. And I am five.
Me: Squeeee! Easy-Bake!
Turns out that this particular EBO came with - get this - E.L. Fudge cookie mix. Ordinarily I don't buy E.L. Fudge cookies, but making them myself seemed extra super hot, and so mid-conversation, I start salivating.
Kid 1: But we can't make those today. Not today and maybe not ever.
This after her mother specifically said we could make something using the EBO and its many mixes, which one would only assume included E.L. Fudge and his happy little friends, whose heads I am, at this point, mentally picking from my teeth.
Kid 1: These cookies? They have trans fats. Trans fats will make you a chubbo.
Me: [complete, utter, stunned silence]
Kid 2, piping up from in front of Dora the Explorer, because she's three, and that's what three-year-olds watch: Trans fats are almost as bad as NUTRA-SWEET.
Me: [gargly death sounds]
I got food-schooled by preschoolers. It's just been that kind of day.
Posted in: on 2/20/2006 at at 6:04 PM