I had a feeling this would be coming, didn’t I say so? Well, here it is.
Easter breakfast at school. The one nice and funny thing about it was that kids could come in their jammies and wear them the whole day. It took Kid 1 some convincing, though, as he was not happy at the idea that it would get dirty (oh yeah, you heard – i.e. read – me right).
As for the breakfast itself, I have an incomplete account, but here are the highlights. Kid 1 tried to eat an egg, but apparently it had some green on the inside (egg dye? Those tiny streaks of green at the edge of the yolk when it’s hard boiled? Who knows…) and so he couldn’t eat it. There was apparently a pink pancake (what the heck is that?) served with peanut butter and apple sauce, which was disgusting, and then some normal pancakes with apple sauce. Those he did like. (For the non-Dutch or strangers from Dutch habits, apple sauce is a very common food served to kids here. At its best, it is actually made of mostly apples. At its worst, its primary ingredient is added sugar, and only then apples and lots more unpronounceable things. Since the first one is rather expensive and found in the “health” sections of supermarkets, thus requiring a conscious effort to avoid highly processed, sugar-ladden stuff, an attitude I have not found to be very common in the parents of my kid’s classmates, I assume the latter was actually served.) After this, Kid 1 said he was done talking about it, so I have no idea if he actually ate anything else.
As for drinks, and this was actually the first thing he told me when I picked him up from school, he drank Fristi (sugared drinkable yogurt), chocolate milk and fruit milk. So basically, he ate and drank sugar. As things usually go when he has an unspeakable amount of sugar, he completely crashed in the afternoon, wailing about anything from the fact that there were no more crackers, to a show he liked not being on Netflix anymore, from me saying he was tired, to Kid 2 needing to nap. I’ve seen this with him almost every time he’s not home and manages to eat whatever he can get his hands on. In all fairness, I see this when he is exhausted too, but since I don’t keep him up at night, nothing prompts exhaustion in him more than the end of a sugar rush. (He has actually been way better behaved after I had to wake him up at 4:00 am in order to catch a flight, and he was definitely tired then.)
No matter how much fun this might have been, kids would still have had fun with less sugar served to them. It is not the sugar that makes a party, or a special occasion, it is us and what we do. But if we keep reinforcing that no occasion is special unless we eat sugar, then that will become the truth. And in this case, truth really hurts us. Literally, physically hurts us. We need to stop. Now.