Philip's carrots

I have been a stickler about Amelia's nutrition since the day she was born. Some probably think I am obsessive about it, but something happened at the grocery store the other day that made me proud, nonetheless.

We went down the chip aisle because I was buying some chocolate for part of a birthday gift. While there I decided to hunt a coupon and I hear Amelia say, "Philip's carrots." (Philip is our "one white rabbit" as Amelia tells it.) Out of the corner of my eye, I can tell she is looking across the aisle at the chips. I figure there must be a bag of some kind of veggie puffs that have pictures of carrots on them to make you think they're healthy, and I continue with my coupon hunting. She repeats herself a few times and I look up to discover that what she is calling "Philip's carrots" are actually Cheetos! So I corrected her and told her, "No, those are Cheetos actually," to which she said, "Philip's Cheetos." Too funny. She was just determined that whatever they were, they were something Philip would eat since they were the same color as carrots.

And I was so proud of myself that my 2-1/2 year-old daughter doesn't know what Cheetos are. Maybe I'm doing something right after all? Or I'm just obnoxious. Maybe both. I did find her some all natural popsicles and gave her one tonight after supper. She kept asking me to "blow it warm" because she thought it was too cold. She didn't eat much of it, but she was delighted with it all the same. She loves her new word "popsicle" and kept saying it over and over again. And thanks go to B for reminding me to introduce my daughter to such wonderful summertime treats (even if summertime seems to have forgotten us).