"The Snack Mix-Up That Made Me the Most Hated Mom in the Group"

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“I Gave a Kid the Wrong Snack. Now I’m the Mom Group Outcast.”

One fruit snack. One meltdown. One group text never replied to again. Welcome to Fort Wayne’s fiercest parenting battlefield: the after-school playdate.

This all went down in the golden hour between school pickup and dance class, also known as The Chaos Window.

I live off Stellhorn, about five minutes from Northwood Middle, which is where my daughter, Lila, goes. We carpool with two other moms. Both are very involved, very PTO, and very “my kid hasn’t had red dye since 2019.” You know the type.

Last Tuesday, it was my turn to host. Nothing major. Just a quick after-school playdate before ballet. The kids ran around the backyard, the dog barked at every falling leaf, and I passed out snacks like I always do. Juice boxes and fruit snacks from Costco. The big Kirkland bag with the good flavors, obviously.

Fast-forward twenty minutes, and I get a text from Amanda, one of the carpool moms, saying:

“Hey, I didn’t realize you were giving the kids processed snacks. We’ve been trying to keep Emmett off artificial ingredients. Can you check with me next time?”

Sure. No problem. I responded with a quick, “Totally understand, won’t happen again ❤️.”

I thought that was it.

Until Thursday. We were all standing outside the school waiting for pickup. The usual crowd. Yoga pants, Hydro Flasks, tired smiles. Amanda and the other mom, Becca, were whispering near the Subarus. I waved. Nothing. Just a glance and a quick shuffle back into conversation.

Then I checked the group text. All week, they had been making new plans without me.

I finally texted, “Hey, am I still on for next week’s carpool?”

No response.

Instead, Amanda posted a story on Instagram of the kids at her house, all eating cut-up cucumbers and hummus in tiny compostable cups. The caption read:

“Fueling bodies, not drama. 💚”

Excuse me?

I didn’t poison anyone. I gave out fruit snacks. The kind with vitamin C. I wasn’t trying to start a food war. I was just trying to get three kids fed before they turned feral.

Now my daughter is asking why she is not invited to Emmett’s birthday party at Sky Zone. I told her we are busy that day. We are not. I just cannot take another passive-aggressive veggie tray moment.

What Do You Think, Fort Wayne?

Was I wrong for handing out fruit snacks?
Are these moms overreacting, or just doing what is right for their kids?
Or is everyone in this story one rogue baby carrot away from snapping?

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