The Redhead and I spent a lovely Sunday yesterday in the midst of babyness. Kids were everywhere at the IHOP, ranging in size from small and little to small and fat. There are some fat kids out there.

As per usual, I’d like to point out at this time that any promises or plans we make regarding parenting will probably be thrown out the window as soon as the kid actually arrives. That being said, we ain’t raising a fatty. When a child at IHOP has free reign to grab any of the 4 table syrups and just go to town on a waffle, a parent should step in. This one kid should have had a bowl rather than a plate to hold his syrup and waffle soup. I tried to give him a sour expression to express my dismay at the display. I figured any older person (e.g. adult) should be able to hold even a small shred of authority, especially when the kid knows he’s doing something he shouldn’t.

We’re gonna stay away from sugars. Healthy cereals will be par for the course. If the kid begs and pleads enough, maybe she can graduate to Honey Nut Cheerios when she’s 15. Superman ate Cheerios and he turned out pretty well, though a little condescending sometimes. I guess that comes with the territory when you can simply reverse the rotation of the Earth and fix any problems that got away from you.

Anyway, no sugars, no fatties.