No, not that kind of fun… well, ok, yes, but, that’s another blog
Friday night fun at Melia’s…
Exhausted from the week, I determine I am not cooking anything amazing (especially with five kids who will potentially mutiny anything I make), and head to the grocery store with Enigma, The Twitches and the Bonus Boys. Aside from being asked if I’m Catholic, due to the sheer amount of children following me, the grocery store went off without a hitch.
We all get home, Comic Boy gets home from school, only to immediately turn around and spend the night at his friends’ house. Nothing to do with his uber-grounding from all things electronic, of course.
I make frozen pizzas for the remaining kids, because I’m on a budget and they can’t get enough GMOs.
I did the grocery salad bar thing for Superman and I.
The kids eat and re-glue themselves to their tablets and screens.
Superman and I make a valiant effort to work.
We are interrupted by Enigma, visibly upset because the elder Bonus Boy, Crash, says that sugar-free is healthier than things with sugar.
As the food police, I am now required to intervene. Everyone has an opinion. Sugar is bad, sugar substitutes are bad, all of this loud enough for Crash to hear, as well.
Crash, I don’t think I’ve mentioned, is on the Spectrum as well, a true Aspie. So, the fight is autism vs. autism, and kinda funny. Plus, they’re both in the same grade at the same school. Hahahahaha.
Superman chimes in that both are unhealthy in their own ways. Everyone should just agree to disagree. Blah, blah, blah.
I turn around, close the door, and laugh. Then, the plan is formed…
I said something about setting out bowls of sugar and sweetener and letting them discover which ones are healthy and not. Why not, its Friday!
Superman says, “no, we’ll give each one a different bowl of sweetener, and whoever dies first loses the argument!”
I stop, I laugh. Once in a while, the entire fucked-up-ness of this thing is so right.