Thursday, May 20, 2010

Retroactively Busted

One day out of the blue, the Bean started talking about Chester Cheetah—beloved corporate mascot of Cheetos brand cheese-ish flavored crunch snack. Apparently, one of the Bean’s good friends at pre-school eats a bag of Cheetos every day, which at some point prompted a roundtable discussion about said mascot.

Not only did the Bean bring up Chester, but he also gleefully said that he ate a bag of Cheetos one time at the movies. Upon this revelation, WonderWife™ looked at me with an all-too-familiar bemused shock. Since I am the only one who takes him to the movies, there was nowhere else to look for the culprit.

So here’s what happened…

Popcorn is a choking hazard for kids under the age of 5. Since the Bean had a nasty habit of choking on anything with a remotely crunchy texture, as we terrifyingly discovered one afternoon while snacking on potato chips, popcorn was not going to be in his future for quite some time.

However this presented a problem because that damned Curious George had taught the Bean that a person eats popcorn at the movies. But since the Bean did not actually know what popcorn was, I would put some Pirate’s Booty in a paper bag, give it to him as the theater lights were dimming and he’d happily munch away none the wiser.

But one time I didn’t have any Pirate’s Booty, so I covertly brought the boy into the ‘Sev and scored a bag of Cheetos. Well, I thought I was being covert. Cause as the Bean revealed, he knew that he had eaten Cheetos that day instead of popcorn.

I didn’t know if I should be pissed or impressed. I retraced my steps and realized that I had taken him to the movie in question probably a year and a half ago. That’s a way better memory than I’ve ever had. However, this means that the popcorn ruse is up, which will make it all the more difficult to take him to the movies the next time.

3 comments:

Vancetastic said...

Wait, isn't Pirate's Booty popcorn? I'm clearly not up on my snacks.

Blogging Mama Andrea said...

I have a Chester Cheetah trading card from my childhood. I"m lucky in that my son knows he has to be dye free for foods and so he reads every label. Cheetos won't be an issue around here.

Bean's memory is awesome. Now if the memory had anything to do with going to Disney/Lazer Craze, then my kids will remember. But if I tell Thor at breakfast the temperature so he can dress for school. By the time he reaches his room three minutes later he can't remember.

He is so MY kid!

SciFi Dad said...

Yeah... my son did the same thing to me. One time I took him grocery shopping and he was fussing, so I let him have some kielbasa.

When my wife came home, she asked him if he went shopping with Daddy. His reply?

"Meat!"