I have to confess–I’ve stolen food from the mouths of hungry babes. Chicken nuggets are the temptation and here is how I operate: When the child is not looking, perhaps laughing at a clown or a puppet on a string, I eye their little grease-stained bag and snatch one out, stuffing it quickly into my mouth. I just can’t help myself.
Generally the child is none the wiser. Occasionally I’ve been caught and their wail of dismay is embarrassing. I suppose I could go through a drive-through and buy my own little bag of nuggets but I tell myself I don’t eat processed-fast food. I prefer thinking of myself as a “slow food” kind of a woman. When I’ve confessed “my story” to others, often their heads will nod guiltily and bow in shame. It is a small consolation knowing I’m not the only chicken nugget thief in this town.
Perhaps you are a french fry snatcher. If so, your crime is no less heinous than mine, even if there are more fries in a bag to pass around.
I’ve developed a grown-up version of chicken nuggets to sate my appetite, far superior to the fast-food type, that has up until now been my unsavory downfall. My children, and their children, can once again feel safe to pass me by, clutching their little bag of nuggets without fear of hi-jack.
