It's interesting to see how people who have no vested interest in our daughter Miriam feed her while she's under their care.
Every time we go to the Saudis' house, they pump her full of potato chips, Ferrero Rocher, Snickers, and Tang. Yuck. Such foods are hardly conducive to a productive mealtime later in the day. But in the meantime, it entertains her and, more importantly, endears them to her.
Last night, we left Miriam in the care of some members of our church congregation (along with a dozen other kids) while we attended a regional meeting in the same building. Two hours later, when we went to pick her up, we found out that they had given the kids Oreos and Capri Suns for a snack. The evidence was smeared all around Miriam's mouth (..and also [TMI alert] inside of her diaper a little less than 24 hours later).
I hardly need tell you that the people in charge of the babysitting were a)men, and b)childless or grandparents.
Still, I guess it's good practice for when we're in Jordan. In foreign countries, I hardly need to eat sweets at home because I know that wherever we go, we'll be offered all kinds of snacks and desserts. I remember one day in particular in Krasnoyarsk, Russia. We spent the whole day making visits to old friends of Jeremy's. Everyone who we visited fed us, which was great. The problem is, they only fed us cake, ice cream, and herbal tea.
There really can be too much of a good thing.
(Wasn't that a Pete & Pete episode? Or maybe Clarissa Explains It All).