

Whew! I was so relieved to know that while I was eating my plastic play food I could still follow my pre-diabetes whole-grain diet. "And, Mama, I used PRETEND sugar!" she told me, making it all the more edible for me. As I sat down at the table to indulge, Julia offered me something invisible from one of her little play bowls. "Mama, this has milk in it, but the milk part is all eaten up, so you can have some," she told me, then held out a pitcher towards my tea cup. "This is rice milk, Mama. Would you like some?" I thanked Julia profusely for taking such care to prepare all the pretend food so that it was milk, sugar, and refined-flour free for her lactose-intolerant, pre-diabetic mother. And what a feast we had. The whole-wheat plastic donuts were especially delicious.
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