Robert
Why did it always feel like I was at odds with my kid? I used to comfort myself with the knowledge that Trevor didn’t like anyone. He barely tolerated my mother on her rare visits to Australia, and he detested every one of the nannies I hired for him.
But now he held fast to Noelle’s hand and refused to let her go. We trailed through the grocery store, and I picked up a few quick and easy and at least moderately healthy snacks for Trevor. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Noelle load her basket with junk food. Chocolate-covered granola bars, a breakfast cereal with marshmallows, some gummy worm candies, and a package of blueberry muffins from the bakery. Lastly she added some strawberries, bananas and apples.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her that all those sugary f
