In a former life I was privy to the trade secrets of a major international chocolate conglomerate. (Thank gods I reincarnated!) As it happens, I have some memories of that earlier, baser, incarnation (as a worm, IIRC). Tonight, I am prepared to share these memories in the interests of Knowledge, or at least, Truth in Advertising.
In my reverie, dim impressions arise: robotic women in sterile gowns systematically place miniscule chocolate heaps on carefully engineered, yet unsuspecting, cylinders of dough. Emerging from precisely calibrated ovens, outlying examples of product are swiftly discarded. A vision of the ideal representative arises. Heroic music is piped in. . .you get my drift.
Yet hope endures -- to my surprise and delight!
This is a true story: One day my 4 year-old daughter was watching a commmercial. She turned to me and said: "You know, Mom, they make it sound like, if you don't have this [product], it's the worst thing that could happen-- like you REALLY, REALLY NEED it." And she started to laugh!
In a nutshell, kids know the score. The real challenge begins when we acknowledge this and start from there.
Man : I can't understand how a poet like you can eat that stuff.
T. S. Eliot: Ah, but you're not a poet.