I took Levi and Carlos with me to Wal-Mart the other day (yeah, don’t judge) and they were begging me for the Pick 3 Bucket of deep fried nastiness.  I’ve bought it before and passed it off as lunch/distraction as we strolled up and down the aisles.
We really try to make good choices when it comes to food and to teach the kids about healthy eating.  They are great eaters for the most part (minus one who is picky but getting better about trying new things) and I’m glad they jump for joy when we have lettuce and shrimp wraps w edamame.
When they asked for the Pick 3 Bucket, I put my foot down.  We had a healthy dinner planned so I told them if they wanted to have it, they had to spend their own money on it.  They each bought one, of course they couldn’t possibly share.  This was the case of their eyes were bigger than their stomachs.  They ate and ate and ate, then felt a little bad then ate a little more.  By the next day they each threw 2/3 bucket of sticky chicken, jo jos and popcorn chicken into the trash.  My job here is done.