Let me begin by saying I’m not proud of how I behaved. There’s no excuse for getting in a food fight with another Whole Foods customer. I also don’t have a color theme for this entry, unless it’s the pallid shade of oatmeal I purposely knocked on the floor.
Every Sunday I take my two boys – Ted, five-years-old and on the Autism Spectrum, and Tom, three-years-old – to Whole Foods for breakfast. These outings give both boys much-needed practice on how to behave in public. It also happens that the scrambled eggs at the Whole Foods breakfast bar are the only ones Ted will eat.
Before exiting the car, I go over the ground rules: calm voices, safe hands, stick together. Our first stop is the bulk candy aisle where I load up on chocolate Sun Drops to intermittently reward these “expected” behaviors.
Something about Whole Foods sets…
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