The Fine Art Of Clandesnacking
I’m not proud of it, but I often hide from my kids while eating snacks so that I don’t have to share with them. Hence the term “clandesnacking”, an amalgamation of “clandestine” and “snacking”. Yes, I made that up. Why would I go through all the trouble of avoiding the boys while I eat candy? Because I don’t want to share.
I love chocolate-covered granola bars. Gavin loves them too. The difference is that I can eat them without drooling chocolate all over the furniture. As soon as Gavin sees me with food, he runs right up and says, “Bie!” (rhymes with “pie”, since he can’t pronounce the T in “bite” yet) And I have to give him a bite. He’ll usually walk away, chewing happily, and then run right back with chocolate all over his face.
Aiden’s not quite as bad when it comes to making a mess while he eats, but he has no sense of tact. He’s young yet… If he asks for a bite of whatever I’m eating, he’ll bite off more than he can eat. I always end up holding a tiny stump of candy bar or whatever. That’s not really fair, but it’s not like I can take it back. Ew…
So the easy answer is to eat (snack) in secret (clandestine) where no one else can see me. I’ll hide in the bathroom with a donut or dodge kids room-to-room with a pudding cup. It’s not like they’re bereft of food, we take care of our kids. They even get snacks of their own at certain times of the day. But sometimes I want to enjoy a snack without being hounded or swindled. Is that so bad?
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