The Pop Tart Loophole – Part One

For today’s blog, Dear Reader, I went back in time to a little over seven years ago.  My goodness. . . .how almost everything has changed; yet I can look back and chuckle.  So I bring you from my former newspaper column in January of 2014. . .The Pop Tart Loophole (Part 1).

I used to be in charge of the grocery list.  I have a little calendar notebook in which I used to keep our grocery list.  If we were in need of something from the store, it was up to me to make sure it was on the list and was purchased in a timely fashion.

Very rarely did we ever run out of a particular ingredient or food because I was running a tight ship.  I had time to think through meals and actually cook them.  Then I went back to work full time.  This changed my grocery store pattern.  Those within the Jagger home began the mutiny.  “We’re out of milk again!”  “How come we never have any decent snacks around here anymore?”  Mom, when are you going to the store?”

It was time for a change.

I rallied the reluctant troops and explained that from now on grocery shopping would fall to the adult in the house who was closest to the grocery store and had the most free time in his or her evening schedule.  In plain English, this meant my husband would sometimes be assuming grocery shopping duties.  It also meant that I could no longer be sole keeper of the grocery list in my little calendar notebook.

I then placed a paper on the side of the refrigerator and instructed the troops to write down on that paper what they needed at the store and at some point we would try to obtain their request.  The grocery list paper went up and fifteen minutes later I read the following:

  • Chocolate milk
  • Pop tarts
  • Beef jerky
  • Ranch Pringles
  • Cheez-It Snack Mix
  • Sour cream 

Obviously, opening the grocery list up to the troops might not have been the best move. 

Needless to say, when I went grocery shopping the next time I ignored some of the items on the grocery list. . .especially Pop Tarts.  I’m not trying to pull the wool over your eyes, Dear Reader.  It’s not as if our family eats like a picture of health.  But I draw the line at Pop Tarts.  Pop Tarts are a dessert, not a breakfast.  

So Pop Tarts were duly noted and completely ignored on the list.  But then my son, young Cam, discovered the Pop Tart Loophole.  

On every grocery list I had just been glossing over the Pop Tart request; however, on one fateful evening, Cam’s dad was the grocery shopper on duty.  A friend of ours saw the Jagger boys while they were shopping and remarked, “Wow, that’s quite a cart full you have there!”  Yep, as you can imagine the cart contained two gallons of chocolate milk, three boxes of Pop Tarts, two bags of beef jerky, one can of Ranch Pringles, two boxes of Cheez-It Snack Mix, and one bag of sour cream and onion potato chips.

The boys came home.

To say I was mortified would be an understatement, but I was holding it together until I saw not one, not two, but three boxes of Pop Tarts. . .and one of the boxes of Pop Tarts was Frosted Chocolate no less!

“What in the world?” I gasped.

Young Cam smiled his Cheshire cat grin and exclaimed, “I discovered the Pop Tart Loophole, Mom!”

Until the next Wednesday the Lord allows, Dear Reader, where the Pop Tart Loophole will conclude.