Deprivation

You know how moms worry that we’ll somehow forget to teach our kids some thing crucially important to life? Like, they’ll end up having dinner with the President someday and at the end of the first course, they’ll pick up their soup bowl and drink out of it? And everyone will watch and say, “Who is this person’s mother, anyway?”

Well, the other day one of my eight year olds said, “”Hey, mom, what’s a Twinkie?”

He knows what kimbap is.

He knows what injera is.

But somehow I’ve neglected to ever feed the poor child a Twinkie.

(Note to self: buy my poor deprived children some Twinkies.)

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  1. That is soooo funny… Mine have never tried twinkies either!

    My 5yr old just found out the other day what a hostess cupcake (the one with the white swirl on top) is. He said “why have we never bought these before?” Then I told him there was a whole world of junk food he’d never explored. I think he’s ready, too : )-

  2. Haha, that’s amazing! Weren’t yours the boys who didn’t know what a nintendo was either? At least you’re teaching them the important things, though: God, family, and love. Just don’t be suprised when the First Lady shouts, “some people’s children!” at the end of the meal 😉

  3. Congratulations!!
    Your kids aren’t deprived… they’re junk deficient. That’s a huge feat in my eyes!! Because it says that a) you don’t feed them junk food, and b) your kids aren’t saturated with marketing.

    You’re doing a fine job 🙂

  4. Next, you’ll have to taste the divineness which is a fried Twinkie.
    Our county fair serves the best!

  5. Haha! You’re kids are better off without the twinkies anyway. Now, ice cream and Happy Meals on the other hand…kidding, kidding (well at least about the Happy Meals)

  6. Ah, thats not so bad. I just asked my six year old and he doesn’t know either.

  7. I can only hope mine is so deprived!

  8. I was just thinking EXACTLY this about ten minutes ago. Okay, not EXACTLY this, but kind of the opposite: all the obscure information children pick up that they think is normal, well-known information that only the most ignorant aren’t familiar with. Like my son, who learned the word “lemur” as one of his first 50 words – I’m pretty sure that, at that point, he really overestimated how useful that word was going to be in life. Or my best friend, who was APPALLED at age 7 to discover that I didn’t know what a Winnebago was.

  9. I don’t think mine know either – not my 10 and 9 anyway, the 16 knows it all (duh, of course!). But I must say, my 10 and 9 sure can order Thai and Mexican with the best of them!

  10. Yeah, with a Twinkie’s reputed 25 -year shelf life, that’s probably not a bad thing.

  11. Ha! My kids never had Twinkies until a few months ago, when a friend brought one over and gave them each bites. They thought they were nasty.

  12. Or not!!!! EWWWWWW!!!!!!!!

  13. Christine Masloske says:

    You could always spare yourself the trip to the store and just show him the cabinet where you keep all of your chemicals stored and let him know that they somehow mix all of this stuff up and make it taste REAL GOOD!

    Hubby and kids would devour these kind of things if it weren’t for the food grinch (guess who that might be???) Although I didn’t complain too much when hubby called last night asking me what flavor of Baskin Robbins I wanted for dollar scoop night!!!

    Love in Christ,
    Christine

  14. For some reason I always worry that I’ll forget to teach my kids how Eskimos kiss. I sometimes think about all the random pieces of information I have in my head and panic about how I’m going to transmit all that to a small person. And then I wonder if it really matters, as long as they’re happy.

  15. Yes, me too – except my oldest made it all the way to kindergarten . . . She came home one of the first days of school. I asked what they had for snack (I expected to hear “grapes” or “crackers” or something off the “healthy” list of ideas the teacher had sent home.) She proceeds to describe her snack, “Well, it was about this big, and sort of oval shaped, and it had white creamy stuff in the middle . . . oh and there were three holes on the bottom. Mom, it was good!” I didn’t know what was worse: that my dd made it to kindergarten without ever having a Twinkie, that she didn’t know what to call it, or that she had actually eaten one and LIKED it! My little world hasn’t been the same since!

  16. Mary, you learned from our dearly beloved mother who also deprived us of those nasty things 🙂