The conversation went something like this:
Keith: Hey babe, I've been giving Morgan that awesome multi-grain toast for breakfast just like you suggested. The little rat loves it so much, she asked for a second piece this morning.
Me: Oh yeah! Two pieces, huh? I thought she would like it.
Keith: I wouldn't let her have another piece since we are trying to eat healthier. She needs to eat something other than just bread.
Me: (a bit bewildered but amazed that he seemed to be on the nutrionally sound bandwagon) The bread probably wouldn't hurt her. It's loaded with fiber and even has some protein.
Keith: Oh. (insert pause) Well, I made her eat a Pop Tart instead.
Me: (gasp and double gasp) The only hint of nutritional value in a Pop Tart is the fruit filling and even THAT is mostly sugar!
Keith: Then I guess it's a good thing I gave her the chocolate one!
I don't think Morgan really cares that her dad is a nutritionally challenged dolt! She loves him all the same.
P.S. There must be a thing with us when it comes to Pop Tarts. I'll just blame Keith for my recent fascination with this nutritional wasteland of a treat. It's always nice when you don't have to take responsiblity for your own actions...lol!!! Happy Hump Day!