Katie's school is having a food drive leading up to Thanksgiving. Each day we are asked to send one item. Next Tuesday we're asked to send a box of macaroni and cheese. We had eaten all ours, so I wrote it on our grocery list so I wouldn't forget.
After I picked up Katie from school we headed to the grocery store. While in the mac and cheese aisle, I informed Katie that we needed to pick out a box for her school's food drive.
"Let's get the SpongeBob shapes!" Katie said, picking up a box and shoving it into my face so I could see exactly what she was talking about.
"No." I stepped back. "Just get the store brand. It's the same thing really, and the store brand is much less expensive," I reasoned.
"Mom," Katie said in her calm, mature-beyond-her-years voice. "The food drive is for poor people."
"Yeah. So? They're used to eating store brand mac and cheese, just like we are," I argued.
"But Mom. How would you like to be a kid who doesn't get very much food and very many toys? This food can be kind of like a toy for them," Katie said, her eyes sparkling.
We bought the SpongeBob shapes.