Kyler is devastated this morning, after learning that he has been eating grape jelly this whole time. And I am to blame. I asked if he wanted grape jelly or strawberry jelly on his toast. He replied with, "Blueberry, like usual." I told him we don't have blueberry. I was a little confused because as far as I know, he's never had blueberry jelly in his life.
He peered into the fridge, pointed at the grape jelly and said, "It's right there." This is when I realized that he thought the grape jelly was blueberry and I foolishly blurted out, "No, that's grape. Did you think it was blueberry this entire time?" And at that exact moment, life changed for him. His bottom lip quivered slightly as he said, "But I don't like grapes..."
I suppose you don't read the food labels when you already know what it is you're eating. And I will admit that my morning obliviousness has been fully passed on to my children. If our house was engulfed in flames or the roof blew off in the night, we would be rubbing our eyes and stretching our arms while walking around in our morning daze, completely unaware. So Kyler simply can't be blamed for not noticing one tiny word on one tiny jar while in this state of morning-mind.
He still ate his morning toast, but the life in his eyes is gone. If blueberry can change to grape in just one instant, think what a mess this world could be by the end of the day.
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