Well.....that was a mistake.

See this man?


I married him.
I like him.....a lot.
He flys muti-million dollar jets for a living oftentimes just a few feet from another jet

but

this man
cannot

under any circumstances

be trusted at the grocery store. Yep. Technical airplane stuff at 30,000ft no prob. But the local food store. Not on your life.

ESPECIALLY

when accompanied by our offspring.

Because though biologically they are part of me, with my fresh fruit snack choices, non-sugar cereal lovin, wheat bread totin self...

they are part him. Junkfoodaholic.

Case in point,

this is what I came home to shortly after they had an excursion to our local super center.

see the look of pure glee on their faces?

Yep. That's 12 boxes of cereal, 3 different kinds of chips, a case of Cherry Crush, dip and a box of popsicles.

Umm....excuse me boys...big and small. Are you new here?

I think that they thought that if they lined it all up around the table that it would all look a bit more appealing to me.

It didn't work.

Jack, the one child who was not part of this junk food party harty hoe down was pretty perplexed by the whole thing. Poor kid didn't know what to think.
You can just see it in his bulging eyes.

Should I touch it?
Am I going to be able to eat any of it?
And more importantly how on earth were they able to talk daddy into this?

Well, don't get your hopes up kiddo.

Now hand mommy the brussel sprouts, it's almost dinner time.