We just returned from the store where I paid—gasp—full price for a Kit Kat. As I handled my checkout on the U-Scan register, I asked Stacia to make sure Brenia didn’t touch anything, as she is wont to do. Not 30 seconds later, I hear “Mo-om, Brenia opened a candy bar!” I yanked the bitten into candy away from the toddler, instructed them both to hold onto my cart and do not move, and proceeded to scan the offending candy.
For some reason, my daughter failed to grasp the concept of why she would not be allowed to eat the candy since her little sister had a bite. Hmm, let me think, should I reward her for ignoring her sister when she was specifically told to watch her? Somehow I’m guessing you know my answer on that one.
So here I sit, eating the candy bar that cost a grand total of:
- $.56 plus tax
- 5 straight minutes of tears
- 2 time-outs
- 4 red poker chips
- 1 massive, splitting headache
One more thing via Silly Old Bear since I wrote this message in my head all the way home in effort to drown out the chorus of “no fairs” and “I want candy”:
If, as you live your life, you find yourself mentally composing blog entries about it, post this exact same sentence in your weblog.
I still can’t believe you didn’t have a coupon stashed away somewhere in your purse 😉
Hey, thanks for the link! And I do this all. the. time.
(the fight with kids about candy thing, and also the write the blog entry in my head thing)