It’s kind of embarrassing to admit to people that I love Pop Tarts. No matter how old I get, I doubt my love for that toaster pastry will ever fade. However, I hardly ever buy Pop Tarts anymore. It’s only on those dire situations when I’m starving at the market that a box of cinnamon sugar Pop Tarts miraculously make their way into my cart. Usually when I walk down that breakfast cereal aisle, a very convincing voice inside my head tells me to walk away. If that doesn’t work, a quick peek at the ingredients label is enough to make me return the box to its shelf. The story is completely different when I’m around kids. If my little niece or nephew is eating one, heck yeah, I want one too. I rip open that silver wrapper and stuff my face with no remorse at all.