The other morning I was packing the kids lunches and
I noticed a common denominator among the three lunch boxes.
The fruit which I had so lovingly included in yesterday's lunches
to promote health and vigor in the children had been sadly neglected.
Everything else was eaten.
The food source with actual vitamins? Not so much.
So I turned to Jack and said, "Jack, I really want you to eat your fruit."
He said, "Okay." He seemed non-committal.
"You know it is good for you and you need it."
"Okay." He wasn't looking me directly in the eye.
I am realizing as I say this, I really can't make him eat his fruit at
school, even with the strength of my will and my furrowed brow
stressing the importance of the fruit.
He could just throw his fruit in the trash and call it a day.
So I threw out some good old Christian fear of the Lord to encourage
his good choice of eating vs. tossing the fruit.
"Jesus knows." (Which may not be a theologically appropriate argument...
Of course, Jesus knows everything
but does Jesus actually care if our children eat their fruit?
And how does he feel about motherly guilt trips?)
Jack laughed and said, "I know."
(He apparently sees through my shoddy nutrional theology.)
At which point, Addison piped up,
"And Santa does, too! He's been watching you!"
Clearly, Jack had better eat his fruit... his soul and Christmas presents
hang in the balance.
Let's hope he makes the right choice.