My girls love Pirate’s Booty. No, it’s not some weird inappropriate thing–it’s a cheese-flavored puffy snack. If I didn’t know better I would swear it’s dusted with crack. My kids are addicted. They shovel fistful after tiny fistful into their mouths.

They go crazy as soon as they see this bag, screaming “BOOOOOOOTY” and demand that I hand it over. It’s like Mutiny on the Bounty, toddler style.

Not for nothin’, it is really good. But I think we are going to have to scale back for a while. It was all so traumatic.

We were at the grocery store this weekend when I heard Abby’s blood-curdling scream.  She had run ahead of me to the checkout stand that’s where she saw it.

Her precious Pirate’s Booty was spooked-out to promote the Disney’s new Pirate’s of the Caribbean movie.  Instead of a friendly cartoon pirate, there was this, in all its hologram-iffic glory.

Her eyes welled up with tears and she clamped onto my leg.

“Noooooooo, mommy, nooooooooo, why is booty so scary? Help me!”

Everyone was looking. Staring. Judging. I pried her off my leg and set her down into the shopping-cart-turned-racecar built for crazy people with two little ones like me.

“What’s wrong with his teeth?!??!?!?!?!”

I turned the massive limocart away from the display and tried to get away from the enourmous promotional display.  Then they both screamed, and this time louder.

“Boooooooooooty!”

So I turned around, desperate to hush them up, and shoved the crinkly silver bag into the cart.

“Noooooooooo! So scary! Nooooooooooo! Pud it back!”

So back onto the shelf it went.

“Noooooooo! Booooooooooty!”

I realized it was a lose-lose.

I bought it, but had to keep the bags face-down in the cart under the paper towels. And when we got home, I had to put it all in a storage-sized Ziploc bag and throw the bag away in front of them. Because my kids are weird like that.

That evening, or should I say very early the next morning, I woke up to the sound of Abby sobbing from her room. She was still scared of that dang pirate. Crying about his teeth. I slept in bed with her that night.

Have you seen the new packaging? Is it too much?

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