We made our donut run (to find that they no longer had the Oreo donuts- I was slightly crushed), got home, and I proceeded to make cups of coffee for Hubby and I. I grabbed the creamer from the fridge and the sugar from the counter and turned around to find The Girl's friend standing right next to me in the kitchen.
I looked down to my hands to where The Girl's friend was looking.
"What's wrong with it?"
"It looks funny. It doesn't look like the sugar my mom gets."
That's when I realized that we buy organic sugar that's still brown, and not everyone buys organic sugar.
"Oh, (laughing). It's all natural sugar. I don't like the white sugar."
"Oh.... okay...." (She stared at me like I was an alien, then walked away.)
Yep, I'm the weird hippy mom with the funky organic brown sugar.
And I couldn't be happier...