While we were eating supper last night I told Riley to tell his dad what he'd had for snack that afternoon. A kid in his class had a birthday party.
"I had a cupcake and cheese doodles and ice cream, chocolate ice cream." (55g of carbs, more like a meal if you ask me)
"Was it sugar-free ice cream?" Holden asked with a smirk on his face. He was referring to the famous sugar-free ice cream incident from last week.
"No, smarty it wasn't sugar-free. It was regular old chocolate ice cream and he even got insulin for it this time."
I looked at Riley. He had a look of utter horror on his face.
"It wasn't sugar-free? Oh no."
"You know I can't have sugar, Mama. Am I going to be OK? "
Agh. Here I am blasting other people for not knowing and my own son doesn't even know that he doesn't have to or need to eat things that are sugar-free.
I think dingbat RN got to him last week and filled his head full of nonsense. Either that or I've fallen down on my job.
I want to believe the former but I really think it's the later.