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[Eat as much "kid" food as you can get away with.] |
The other day, I discovered that my feet comfortably fit inside a size 4.5 shoe in the little girl's section at Target. Sigh... While this is good on my wallet (Cute, comfy flats for $9.99!), it perpetuates the fact that I am such a little kid. I'm not a petite girl, but at nearly 5'7" I've got tiny baby feet and the smallest hands of about 97% of people I've met (I know this because friends always make me compare hand size with anyone new I meet...). My appendages are stuck in childhood, as is most of my personality, and it doesn't stop there.
I fancy myself a connesuir of kid food. I love it! Really, everyone loves kid food - even pompous douchewads who savor foie gras and explain, in painstaking detail, every single flavor of every bite they take while consuming anything. You know who I'm talking about. They are the people who describe things as "succulent." Secretly, they come home and want nothing more than to down a box and a half of Kraft Macaroni 'n Cheese, maybe with a hot dog sliced up in it. With a drizzle of ketchup on top. In the shape of a smiley face.
But I digress.
I've been on a real "bar" kick lately. Fiber One bars, Kashi TLC bars, Lara bars, CLIF bars, you name it. These are all super tasty, relatively healthy bars that I would recommend to anyone, but the CLIF Kid Organic ZBaRs
I don't have kids, but if I did, I wouldn't feel bad bringing these to the soccer field as a post-game treat. Certainly better than candy bars, that's for sure. And I'm not ashamed to buy these in bulk at the grocery store - just because they come in bright packaging with an ultrarad skater dude on the wrapper (not to mention, you know, the word "kid" in its name...) doesn't mean grown ups can't enjoy them, too.