She was only three. She was two bites into her apple. She stopped. She looked at me with her big, inquiring eyes. “Mum, my apple is sweet.” I said “Yep”, and kept eating my apple. “Does it have sugar in it?” My heart broke. Someone had demonized sugar to my just out-of-nappies-innocent-as-anything little girl. I knew in that moment, no matter how well I mastered MY language around food, there would always be other influences on her attitudes to food…
