Uck, I’ve just been having one of those weeks where I haven’t even been super busy (even though I do have a million things to do in the next two days, all of which I am presently ignoring), but I’m just feeling ick and the 95 degrees with full-on humidity today reminded me why I do not plan on being a lifelong Alabamian, no matter how good the banana pudding may be.

And I’ve also been a little worried about my daughter’s current addiction. You know, you raise them to have certain beliefs and values, but really at the end of the day, you have to trust they will make the right choices on their own. Stay off the street. Lay off the drugs.
Well, the other day, I was in the next room when I heard a slurping sound. A constant slurping, like the kid was battling the world’s largest otter pop. Into the kitchen to find this scene.

Splenda packets. My kid is addicted to Splenda. When we go to a restaurant, she BEGS for just one hit. Her morning cereal must have a little something something. And when that’s not enough, she opens up ten of them straight on the floor and slurps a solid line.

This is not a posed picture, but I’m sure Getty Images will be contacting me shortly to see if they can use this as a stock photo under "sugar shock".
She could just trying to tell me mommy needs a little pick me up. Yes, that is it. It’s a child’s outreach, not a foreshadowing of substance abuse. OK then. Banana pudding it is…