I have good friends who are staunchly opposed to cutting the crust off of their kids’ sandwiches. They believe that doing so produces indulged, ungrateful, spoiled children. Eating the crust, even if you don’t love it, produces character, they say. And it’s a small way to show the kids that we are in charge and that they don’t get every little thing they want in life.
I tend to fall in a different category. I’m a crust cutter. I just think that it’s one of those small things I can do for my kids that makes them happy. We’ve had this debate in our own house, as Chad is more of a non-crust-cutter. But, since he doesn’t make the sandwiches around here, his opinion on the matter is sort of moot.
I have actually daydreamed about my kids one day reflecting on their childhood and getting warm and fuzzy feelings at the thought of their dear mother cutting the crust off of their sandwiches. I’m not really sure what that says about me. Shall we move on? This is not about analyzing me. Focus, people.
So, the earth-shattering question of the week is: do you support crust cutting? Why or why not?