Sweet-Toothless

Basia has the kind of taste buds that I wish I had.  She will eat fruit and veggies all day long, and she won't think twice about passing on dessert if she is full or if she's busy or if she's not in the mood.  She doesn't particularly like chocolate.  She sometimes fancies herself "allergic" to frosting.  She gets grossed out about oil and will give up fries or pizza for a while if she has seen a piece that seems too oily for her. 

Man, I see how she responds to food and often wish I were just like her.  Tonight is a perfect example of how I need to be more like her and less like...me. 

Tonight she is not feeling particularly good.  Her stomach is a bit upset.  She was wondering if it is because she spun too much at the park today.  I told her that it is probably from too much candy, knowing full well she is just really tired.  She agreed that I was probably right and will likely swear off candy for a while.

Then I got to thinking.  I am feeling a little sick to my stomach, and I KNOW it is because I have been eating too many yucky jelly beans simply because they are available.  They don't taste that great.  They haven't been part of a balanced menu today.  They have ruled my day, and I feel icky because of it. 

I convinced Basia that she was feeling the same thing (to be fair to myself, she wasn't hard to convince--I suggested that candy was the culprit, and she agreed).  Then I realized that she likely didn't even eat any candy today.  She doesn't care that there are jelly beans on the premises.  She can pass them by and not take a handful. 

When I grow up, I want to be like my daughter.  She is going to give up candy for no reason, and I am likely going to eat more jelly beans this very night even though they have made me sick.  It all sounds a little backwards.