I’m probably breaking some important parenting rule when I call my girlie a “junkie,” but there really is no other way to describe it. She is relentless in her pursuit of a sugar fix. She’ll ask for chocolate, ice cream, candy or anything else with a bit of sweetness a million times a day (once I found her hiding under the table having her way with the ketchup bottle) and it doesn’t ever sink in that my answer is never going to be “yes.” (Probably because sometimes it actually is yes — I’m not running a “dry” household and sometimes I want a little chocolate too.)
It’s no use trying to do a detox because she has a willing dealer with an endless supply. Josie is her go-to girl. As soon as I leave the house they skip off to the cold store together and Camille gets loaded up with all of her favorite things: Oreos, tic-tacs, bubble gum (she’ll chew an entire pack in a morning), chocolate milk, and lollipops. The war on drugs has been lost here.
