This weekend, Supa was visiting Seattle and graciously included me and Franny in her weekend plans. We decided to take all our girlies to the Zoo for Memorial Day.

As we walked past the penguin prison, Franny noticed a chubby boy about her age, who was gleefully narfling a whole bag of Cheetos by himself.

“Ohh,” Franny said, totally unprompted. She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Mom, that boy is eating a lot of Cheetos. That’s not good for you.”

“No, it’s not,” I agreed. “I wonder why his parents would let him do that?”

“I think too many Cheetos will make you feel bad. They have chemicals,” she added.

Supa, fellow food nazi, came close and high-fived me. “Good job, Dude.”

“Yes, brainwashing complete,” I joked.

Supa’s oldest daughter had a puzzled look on her face. “Mom,” she said to Supa, “what are Cheetos?”

“Okay, you win at life,” I said to Supa.