Why do I fight it!

So, I was eating some delicious whole wheat pasta that my beautiful wife made tonight, and I was craving some bread.  This started because I knew that my wife had picked up an awesome loaf of cheddar bread the other day.  As I took my first bite, Joshua reached out and sweetly said "Da Da".  My immediate reaction was "no baby, not for Joshua".  Then I felt guilty, followed bu annoyed.  Why is it not for him?  He should get to eat bread to.  It's not good for me either.  I shouldn't eat it...but I do.  I love it.  It is one of my weaknesses.  I had an internal struggle as to whether or not I should give him a piece.  He was eating his dinner well, so I looked at the carbs on the bag, cut a piece off and gave it to him.  In the end, he took a small bite, spit it out, and politely gave it back to me.  All that stress, for nothing :)