Just this evening, I poured myself a very small orange juice, and suddenly got a picture of myself, pregnant with Emily, concerned about my and her nutrition, drinking whopping glasses of orange juice. With each swallow, I would pop in a handful of semisweet chocolate chips.
When Sarah was a cranky baby, which she seldom was, I sometimes wet her soother and dipped it in white sugar.
Chris hated drinking milk. In collusion with a doctor at the clinic I used, I let him drink Tang all the time. It was as unhealthy as it looked.
My dear children, please believe that I did these things in the absence of knowing better, not to ruin your lives. And I never do anything like that with your kids. Really.