We had a recent trip to a local grocery store, known for its vast collection of multi-cultural food items and eclectic decorations.
It was a rare treat for the kids, since we usually just go to the regular old grocery store. Even more of a treat, my husband let them each pick out a plastic toy car full of candy. (Did I mention it was 6:30 at night and they were supposed to be going to bed soon?)
The kids patiently waited for their candy cars to be opened until we were safely in our vehicle. My daughter is much better at limiting her sweets intake, but my son? He knows no limits when it comes to the sugary call of candy, so I thought I would try a proactive approach.
“You don’t have to eat all of the candy tonight,” I said. “We could save some of it for tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to,” he replied, popping another brightly colored piece into his mouth.
“Can Mommy have a piece?” I asked, thinking maybe I could at least finagle a few pieces from him.
My husband tried telling him he should give Mommy a piece. His reply? “I just ate her piece.” Then he grinned at me wickedly. (Don’t you feel the love?)
A few minutes of candy gorging continued before I tried again. At this point his sister had been handing me candy left and right. And having eaten a few pieces myself, I’m pretty sure the overly sweet treat was getting to her by that point.
“You should probably save some for tomorrow so you don’t get sick, Sweetie,” I told my candy-eating son.
This time his reply cracked me up… “If I get sick I’ll just sing The Bunny Song.” (For those who don’t know that particular Veggie Tale song, it goes: The bunny, the bunny, woh – I ate the bunny. I didn’t eat my soup or my bread, just the bunny, the bunny… Oh, I love the bunny, but now I feel sick in the head from the bunny… It’s referring, of course, to eating candy bunnies.)
I’m happy to report that no one got sick from the sugar overload. They did run in circles non-stop when we got home, and they didn’t go to sleep until 2 hours past their usual bedtime… But that’s another story!