Call me old-fashion, but I don’t let my 2-year old do drugs. Even though I am well aware that drugs can be amusing, I am pretty sure it is frowned upon to let your kids indulge in mind-altering substances.
Because I am such a square, so far my child’s life has been a sober one.
I try to minimize her exposure to temptations. I force The Munch to subsist on kale and quinoa , so she doesn’t get a lot of treats or yummies with sugar. The most wild I get is letting her indulge in a granola bar. I know. Shit be getting crazy up in here!
But every one in a while The Munch gets offered sweets by other people, and when those opportunities come she is on it like brown on brown rice. Her sexy baby sitter brought her a chocolate the other day and Munch was so excited her eyes almost ruptured out of her face.
She ate the chocolate with such delight and savored it for almost half an hour. Taking tiny little caterpillar sized bites so as not to rush the experience. When she was done, The Munch was high as fuck. She was talking fast, running around, getting grand ideas about the future, wanting to start a band with me…. It reminded me a lot of my party days of the past.
I really do think sugar is a type of drug, and just like drugs when it becomes an addiction it’s problematic. But I am not villainizing drugs or sugar – just the way it is overused and abused by humans. People often turn to substances as a way of avoidance, and an unhealthy dependency can form. But watching Munch made me remember that like drugs, sugar in moderation is fun as fuck.
The Munch was as happy as a fish in the rain. It was like her life was suddenly in Technicolor and she was the girl with kaleidoscope eyes.