Dear Tiny Children,

Dear tiny children,

You're me.

And that is terrifying.
That's terrifying for everyone in our lives.

Little S, you and I both know the best way to be healthy is to trick yourself into it. For me, its rewarding myself after working out. When I go for runs, I tell myself when I get home I can eat an entire sleeve of Oreos with no guilt. You, in the same way are easily persuaded to try new things when I have a spoonful of whipped cream in the other hand ready for you once you try a bite. Sure, you only ate about 5 bites of tomato soup followed by 1209 calories of whipped sugar, but it's the thought that counts.

You're kind of dramatic, Little S. Shooting a disappointed glance your way when you've done something wrong is like telling you the Little Einsteins broke up.  I don't know what it is about Wegman's and Target that makes you melt down so quickly.  Are the walls lined with toddler kryptonite, visions of nap time and vegetables?  Does she sheer thought of sitting and enjoying lollipops while I sing you songs really make you want to scream until you vomit?  Oh the tears and the rolling around on the floor. Bravo, son. Bravo. You learned from the best.

You eat cupcakes out of the trash.  I get it, son. Cupcakes are AMAZING. I'm no stranger to the delicate deliciousness of cupcakes. But, Little S, trash is trash and us Becker's are CLASSY (yeah, classy, let's go with that). Finding you hovering over the garbage can with half a cupcake wrapper in your mouth is honestly disturbing, and the fact that it wasn't a single isolated event causes me some concern. Is it my fault, son? Is it because half the time I eat cupcakes, I do it in shame, hiding from you in my bedroom in hopes that you don't find me?

Rae, I didn't forget about you. You and I are probably the most alike.  We enjoy the finer things in life. Things like eating.
And sleeping.
And laying in the middle of the floor sobbing because no one is paying attention to you.

But above all,

this is what we have the most in common:

We love each other.  No matter how aggressive that love may be.

M