The boys experienced the joys of yet another holiday. Candy entered the household once again. Once candy enters this household, all members seemed to go a bit crazy. The boys become deceptive, conniving gluttons. My lady becomes the Gestapo. I become the lone voice of hedonism. "Indulge!" is what I say. It's a holiday, after all. Time to take a holiday from your convictions, morals, and inhibitions.
In an effort to break up a fight, I explained to Leon that Valentines day is about loving everyone all day. "That's why people are giving you candy! They are loving you today. So you have to love everyone today, too." Later he came up and hugged me, "I'm loving you soooo much, so you will give me candy."
I got the boys a box of Sweetart hearts and gave them full responsibility of the entire box. I warned them of getting sick if they just swallowed the whole box, and I told them it would be best to save some for tomorrow. But who listens to Dad? This morning there isn't a single Sweetart in the house, of course. Leon polished off the last few right before bedtime and joyfully announced, "I'm going to be SICK tonight!"
Silas would soak a heart in his mouth for a minute and then put it back in the box. He shared about half of the box with Beth and me. I admit I had a few soggy ones. He had his finished of by bedtime too. No lessons were learned this holiday. Unless maybe that Dad doesn't know what the heck he's talking about.
2 comments:
I exercised great moderation. You did not see me grabbing those boxes and put them up beyond reach, did you?
I thought it went very well, considering. Silas was so sweet, practically forcing them into our mouths, lol.
Hilarious! Leon's exclamation that night was the best. Sometimes being sick is just worth it.
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