To the people who were staring at me in the sub shop, the answer is yes. I ordered my two and a half year old daughter a cookie for lunch.
No, I didn’t order her a delicious sandwich like mine, or chips, or fruit. And in case you were wondering, no, she didn’t already eat a meal, unless you count the goldfish and fruit leather that she snacked on for most of the morning, although that was surely enough to fill her tiny, “I barely eat enough to keep a bird alive” tummy.
Nope. We were running errands all morning, and by running errands I mean we were shopping, like mothers and daughters sometimes do when the older sisters are in school and we’re free to spend those precious, carefree hours as we please.
So when it came time to grab some lunch, we stopped at my favorite local sub shop, where I ordered my second favorite sub, an Office Favorite — egg salad and bacon — on wheat (the #1 favorite is the California Club, if you must know), with chips that I never eat at home and a soda that I never drink unless I go out. Which I almost never do.
And then I impulsively threw in a “chocky chip keekie” for my girl. Because I knew she would like it. I knew it would make her happy.
And oh boy, did it make her happy. She consumed that cookie with a gusto that is only reserved for kids and sugar. She diligently licked each of her fingers clean, only to smear more chocolate on her face in the process. She has this adorable, albeit messy, habit of wiping her nose and her mouth with the neck of her shirt. But you probably don’t notice that.
Maybe you’re staring because she’s cute, and I have to say I don’t blame you. Maybe you’re staring because you think I’m a negligent mother. After all, I’m eating a sandwich, and she’s eating a massive disc of butter and sugar.
But in the end, she won’t remember that I took her out to lunch and ordered her a boring ham and cheese. She won’t remember that I pleaded with her to eat a few bites before giving up, wrapping it in a napkin, and taking it home “for later.”
She’ll remember that she got to order a gigantic, delicious, big-as-her-face chocolate chip cookie for lunch, no questions asked. No bribing, no “just one more bite.”
And I’ll remember getting to eat my own lunch in peace. In about the amount of time it takes a two and a half year old to down a giant cookie, which is longer than you’d think, because this girl savors every single bite. And I didn’t even have to let her play games on my phone.
So you may remember the lady who had the gall to order a cookie for her two year old.
I’ll remember getting to share this day with my girl.
Also, know that I gave her an apple later, so it’s kind of a wash, no?
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