Friday, March 12, 2010
Yesterday at the grocery store Noah asked me when he could buy lunch in the "cafe-too-ia" like all the other kids. Noah loves food. He likes to look at it, smell it, and talk about it. Sometimes he's ok with touching it. Eating, not so much. I don't mind this most of the time. I'm more than happy to let Noah lick all the chocolate off a thin mint or practice putting green beans on a fork when we have them with dinner. I'm even ok with ordering an overpriced applesauce side dish at restaurants when we go out to eat so that Noah can feel like a part of the group. But for some reason I balk at this one. I wouldn't mind letting Noah buy lunch occasionally if it was something that he would actually eat (like a la cart applesauce, for instance), but paying for the priviledge of letting Noah look at the cafeteria food seems a bit ridiculous to me. I just can't see spending money on that.