I confess, I have been caught up in the drama that is Oreogate.

Just in case you haven’t been, a quick recap: allegedly, a parent group chat blew up when one parent requested that no one else send Oreos to school in their child’s lunch because her daughter isn’t allowed to have them.

She’s not allergic to them or anything, it’s simply a matter of preference (or “reasons” that will not be elaborated on …).

Even though food sharing is not allowed, the kindergartners have developed a few ingenious methods of providing their friend with an Oreo, despite the parent’s wishes. There has been a lot of drama.

It is speculated that this is a satirical post, but based on group chats I’ve been involved in, I don’t find any of the commentary hard to believe at all. If it didn’t happen exactly this way, it certainly has happened in a pretty close manner.

After reading it, I think maybe parents are the ones who shouldn’t have phones during the school day.

Group chats are the bane of my existence. Between them, and the expectation that coaches are available 24/7, I do not miss my coaching career very much at all.

It can be as banal as repeatedly asking for information that has already been posted or shared, or can easily be accessed within the app that the team is using.

To be fair, that information tends to get lost in the 20 messages asking for it. It can go as far as trash talking other members of the team, coaches or others affiliated with the team.

I just love the message that was clearly meant for the coach’s eyes only but got shared with the entire team. It’s a recipe for disaster.

The mother who has a problem with the Oreos repeatedly starts her statements with, “I’m not telling you what to do …” and then of course proceeds to do exactly that.

Again, let me make it perfectly clear that this entire thread has nothing to do with actual diagnosed allergies, in which case, I fully support (and gather that the other parents involved in this chat would also) trying to support the requests set forth by the school or teacher. This is simply a choice by the family not to allow their child to consume an Oreo.

I grew up in the day when parents didn’t even know or care about allergies, and I was just happy that I got lunch packed for me and didn’t have to eat cafeteria food. Except on Friday’s when it was pizza day. Of course, we could also share food freely back then, so we were always trying out each other’s stuff.

I have lived through the allergy requests with my kids and always done my best to accommodate them. But this? This is absolutely nutty.

The best comment that I saw on the threads was “It’s our job to prepare our kids for the world, not prepare the world for our kids.” And, as I’ve navigated getting both boys off to school, I’ve been repeating that to myself frequently. I really feel like we’ve lost the plot when it comes to parenting these days, and social media has given us ringside seats to both observe others and broadcast our own opinions.

Also, coming from the person with a weekly column about mostly parenting, I realize I’m on a slippery slope.

I love my parent group chats. They’re much smaller than the Oreo situation, but it’s a place where we can compare notes, vent about our kids with people who know we just need to get things off our chest, and every once in a while, get some good advice.

In many ways they are a lifeline. But I know for a fact that if I said something as ridiculous as this in a chat, they would also be the first people in line to send a dozen packs of Oreos to my child directly. Everyone needs friends like that.

From the restrictive diet to the desire to shield her from ever being uncomfortable to the level the mom wants to micromanage her child, everything about this situation makes me sad for the child.

Happily, the child seems to be aware of who she’s dealing with, and is quite a crafty little girl. She and her cohort have devised ingenious ways to get her the contraband. I suspect she could grow up to change the world if she wants to, if her mother doesn’t tell her she can’t.

I don’t care if it’s a food item or a life plan, I don’t even want to be the roadblock, or even a speed bump in my child’s path. The best I can do is provide the tools and let them build the road themselves.

Hopefully, I’ve given them enough support and resources over the years that they can navigate the obstacles on their own, Oreos or not.

Liz Pinkey’s column appears on Saturdays in the Times News