littleb: I want Oreos, I want Oreos. I want THREE Oreos, 'cause I'm THREE
BigB: You can have an apple
littleb: I don’t like apples. I want three Oreos
BigB: No Oreos. They are not good for you.
littleB: Pleaaaase give me Oreos
BigB: How about a D’animals yogurt drink first?
BigB: (Gets him the D’animals yogurt drink. He is smug because he’s convinced him to eat one more healthy thing. He’s won the nutrition battle for another day)
littleb: (drinks it)
littleb: I’m done with my d’animals. Can I have Oreos now?
BigB: Okay (and gets him Oreos).
This, I thought to myself, is a teachable moment.
I took the container of d’animals out of the fridge, and the packet of Oreos. I showed BigB the nutrition labels on both. Three oreos have the same amount of sugar as 4 oz of d’animals-14 grams. Essentially, I told him, littleb has just conned you out of twice as much sugar as he originally wanted. You should have just given him the Oreos, Dude.
BigB, who doesn’t really pay attention to nutritional labels, is not to blame. He just wants littleb to eat less sugar. He thinks the yogurt drinks, and the cereal bars, and the fiber bars, etc. are all healthy. They claim to be healthy.
He doesn't realize that those tricky food items are just sitting around waiting for a sucker like BigB to come along and see their slick, colorful labels announcing, “Low Fat”, “No Transfat”, “Calcium added” or, my personal favorite, “Made With Whole Wheat”.
That is why I love Oreos.
Oreos don’t try to be anything but what they are-Little, round wafers of yumminess stuffed with a sweet cream center. They are classic, they are sweet, they are a little bit naughty and they will make you smile. Just like Danny DeVito.
You know, if you wanted to dunk Danny DeVito in a glass of milk, I don't think he would object.