I was sitting here earlier watching our grandson, the 7 year old  who is currently living with us, consume a snack that his mother brought with her when she came to visit. Long, long story involving metal objects, anxiety medication, an exorcism and Nutella. I won't bore you with all of the shenanigans and gyrations the girl puts her mother through, but I will tell you about the Nutella. Nutella is not good for a person. It is just one of those things that I know, you know, and the world knows. It is literally like eating cake frosting straight out of the can. Ah, but you might then mention the Hazelnuts! ANd maybe this is what gets people to keep buying it. The value of the nuts in this stuff is akin to the value of placing a screen door on a submarine.

When I look at this little kid I see a younger me. We are not blood related but I can see his future because it is my past. I have been fat since birth. WhenI was 6 months old I weighed 30 pounds. The boy is also overweight. We have tried to provide a better diet since he has been here and have been by and large successful. Then tonight I walked in to find that his mamma brought him a jar of Nutella and a box of some kind of cookie/crackers to shovel it with. And of course she protested that the Hazelnuts give it nutritional value.

I get a little down when I see something like this. A young woman who is, in my opinion, incapable of expressing genuine affection so she smothers him with food, one of the oldest substitutes for love. 

When she cleared out, when everyone else went to bed I went to the pantry, removed the jar from the shelf and tossed it, opened, into the outside garbage. There will probably be hell to pay tomorrow, but I just did for him what I wish somebody would have done for me so long ago.