One Last Bite (Humor, Health, Personal responsibility, Freedom)

She was gulping down mango sorbet and out of the corner of my eye I noticed that she was glancing at me occasionally to see if I would intervene. It was certainly tempting as lunch hour was approaching, but I bit my lip.

Her – “Dadda (she sometimes calls me that), how come you’re not getting mad at me for eating so much sugar.”

Me – “I’m giving you the freedom to make a wise decision for your body.”

Her – “I will.”

And, with that, she gulped more down, closed it, walked to the fridge, opened it again thinking I wasn’t looking and got in one last bite.

I understand.

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