{one of many} Life Lessons from Granter

Llanerch Presbyterian Preschool in Havertown, PA is doing something right. Not only do they incorporate math, science, reading, and Christmas (yes, you read that right) into the curriculum, they now have introduced my young son to the world of healthy eating. Serious, disciplined, healthy eating, unlike anything Grant's mom has ever attempted.

I'm kind of a processed-food junkie. I read recently that one should stick to the outside aisles of the grocery store for the freshest, healthiest options. I recognized the validity of that statement, with some acknowledgement of guilt, as I hunkered down in the dead center of the store, analyzing price differences between Kraft and generic brands of macaroni and cheese. I'm a real Froot Loops kind of gal, if you catch my drift. So when Grant came home from school the other day and started cleaning out the cupboards and announcing all the unhealthy items contained within, I was nothing short of astonished. What? No more Cinnamon Toast Crunch for breakfast? The Twinkies have got to go, too? C'mon, bud...

This morning, Grant declared that he would like a toasted bagel with butter but no jam (apparently, jam has too much sugar), a glass of orange juice, and a glass of milk, for calcium. I finally talked him into Cheerios, because as usual, we were short on time. "Okay, mom, but you really can't put any sugar on them." Needless to say, I ate my Frosted Flakes a little sheepishly. Apparently this afternoon he was letting his buddy's mom know that the snack she was serving wasn't super healthy, either.

Do any nutritionists out there need a little assistant? He is super cute, after all. Actually, maybe I'm the one who should start heeding his advice...