It turns out I put nuclear waste on my six-year-old's plate the other night.
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't do that. She just screamed AS IF I had put nuclear waste on her plate.
What I DID was let her macaroni and cheese TOUCH her carrots.
She knows about these cafeteria divider plates and thinks I won't buy them on purpose.
This from a child who when the soda is from one of those public serve-yourself fountains, squirts two ounces of each into her big cup and drinks the whole root-beer-orange-lemon-lime-fruit-punch-diet-lemonade-mister-pibb concoction without comment.