“So, we’ve got a couple of substitutions” the delivery driver said to me.
“Ok, I’m going to have to check the back of the packets before I can accept them.”
*Cue strange look*
“My son is allergic to a few things, so I have to make sure they’re ok”
“But they’re still Free From?”
“Well, yes, but that doesn’t mean he can eat them… Free From doesn’t mean free from everything.”
I swear this is a conversation I have at least once a month. I always receive a look, and the look says: “Why are you making life hard for yourself? Just give the poor boy the food.”
And how I wish I could.
How I wish it was a personal decision.
How I wish it was a lifestyle choice.
But it’s not. [Read more…]