Walking through the mud room, I saw something disturbing.  There in the pouch of my son’s backpack was a carton of cigarettes.  I approached the backpack slowly.  Maybe he had found them.  Maybe they were the candy variety.  Maybe I would need to explain about addiction, lung cancer, and insurance rates.

I looked closer and I was shocked.  The carton that I was so sure was cigarettes was actually an oversized box of generic raisins.

Raisins?  Really?  I guess this should come as no surprise considering the aggressive marketing that Big Dried Fruit has used to target America’s youth.  I guess I never thought that it would have happen in my house.  I was wrong.  Wrong about the cigarettes.  My child appears to have a raisin problem.