I really try to buy certain grocery items that are organic–milk, eggs, berries, granola. I read all of those studies about the hormones added to milk, and I’d rather Annabel not develop breasts at age seven. She’s going to be cursed as it is with my family’s history of bra sizes. Organic produce and meats are more expensive, but I’ve found that if I shop the sales, I can justify the added expense.

But sometimes I really don’t have the energy to care what they eat. I’m tired of planning three healthy meals and two snacks a day, every day. I love Thursday afternoons, when our playgroup meets, because I know that whomever’s house we’re at, my kids will eat crappy pizza and popsicles. Why? Because it’s easy. For me. Because I don’t have to cook or worry if my kids are eating from the four food groups.