Dangerous

I was in Walmart today, a little too close to lunch time, when I walked by an end cap filled with Little Debbie snacks. They had marked them down to $1 a box so I couldn't help myself from stopping. I always remember going to my grandmothers house and having Frosted Flakes and Oatmeal Creme Pies (2 things my mother never bought). So I caved (there's a surprise) and bought a box. Nathan couldn't wait to have one after lunch, probably because he knew me buying snacks like this rarely happens. Don't get me wrong, I love to eat them, I just usually bake stuff like this instead of buying it. I think the domestic aspect erases some of the guilt of eating it. So after lunch I broke open the box of yummy goodness for the boys to try. Nathan took one bite and decided against it and Luke's ended up in tiny pieces all over the floor (none of which made it into his mouth). I still had one child to live out my childhood memory with me. Lauren didn't even give it taste test. She looked at it and told me straight out she didn't want one. Are these really MY biological children, turning down a Little Debbie oatmeal creme pie? I guess Jason and I will just have to enjoy the box all by ourselves...darn.