Really, seriously, I am working on changing our eating habits. Stop laughing. I bought wheat bread instead of the usual paste--uh, I mean white bread. I've gotten the kids used to it before and figured it was high time we started again, especially since homemade has consisted of ripping open the resealable freezer bag of whatever frozen delicacy was available for dinner. At least there was some cooking going on, right?
Today I got home from dropping the kids off at Sunday school to find Stefan making Zachary an egg, cheese, and bacon sandwich. (or, as Z calls it "egg, cheese, and HEAVEN sandwich") On whole wheat toast. Which Zachary would not eat cause it "tastes funny." Those two boys whined that I need to buy white bread because wheat bread is gross.
I said, "We need to get healthier, wheat bread is so much better for you!"
Stefan replied, "This coming from the woman that walked in the house with a box full of fried sugar dough covered in more sugar, calling them breakfast!" (otherwise known as Munchkins.........................................)
Hypocrisy? Nah, just gotta keep them confused.