My sweet little Landon after being sick all week long, couch-ridden and soup sipping the days away while watching a marathon of Sponge Bob on Nickelodeon (can’t stand that show by the way!) has finally started to come around and feel human again. He has been inundated with those damn ihop commercials showing that new cinnamon roll brioche french toast thing and knows that we pass this restaurant on the way to school every day. He even asked one morning “Mommy what does i hope mean?” To which I responded, “that’s ihop honey, it’s a restaurant.” He retained this info and when he saw the commercial it clicked and he wanted to eat there.
High fructose corn syrup, artificial sweeteners, and zero nutritional value is what I see. He sees whip cream and syrup and goes all googly eyed. He insisted we go there this morning and so I figured we’d do the damn thing. I hopped out of bed, threw on a baseball cap and some chap stick and out we went by 7:30 a.m. (I was overdressed, but that’s another blog)
He couldn’t decide what to get with the overwhelming photos of berries and cream and multi-colored syrups and waffles, and pancakes, and chocolate oh-my! Knowing in my head that he will not feel good after eating this “looks-like-food-but-is-only-chemicals” type of fare I let him get whatever the hell he wanted. He got pancakes with whip cream and that ridiculous cinnamon french toast thing which is really fried cinnamon rolls with an inch of cinnamon and white frosting on the top. I got the seasonal fruit which was really just 4 chunks of canned oranges and one piece of honeydew for $4.99. (WTF! But that’s another blog too)
His eyes lit up when the plates hit the table and he thought he was in for a real treat!
Five bites in I see his face start to change. I know he doesn’t feel good. He say “Mommy I have a tummy ache.” I ask why he thinks he does and he says “I think it’s those pancakes. It tastes like they’re made of sugar. Can we go now?”
He didn’t even want to take the leftovers. As I pulled out of the parking lot I asked him if he’d ever want to go there again and he said “No. I don’t think that food is good at all.” (thank you god) Then we laughed about how excited he was to get there and had been talking about it for 2 days only to take a few bites and think it was gross.” It was pretty funny!
So I figured the $25 I spent on fake food, taught a very valuable lesson on how sugar can effect how you feel. He even said “Mommy every time I see that commercial for ihop I’m going to wanna puke.”
(he's so dramamtic, wonder where he gets it?)
Hmmm......now if only I can figure out how to get him to stop watching Sponge Bob.
