When I was around 3 years old we were at the pool club snack bar and I wanted a cupcake. When I was finished with that one I wanted another. When I wanted yet another one, my mother said no. I lost it and she carried me out screaming, leaving my sister there with a neighbor to take home. After I heard the story I asked my mom why she didn't just give me the cupcake..she said, "I don't know, why didn't I?" Well, guess what.. now I know.
My son would like to live in Candy Land, with confectionery sugar-lined roads, and gingerbread houses covered in candy for him to eat at will. This kid has a problem. Yesterday I took him to a store where the entrance was lined with junk food. He pulled one of those giant lollipops (you know the ones made for all those elephants who eat candy) from the stand in the entrance. I said no way! He starts to cry, I picked him up kicking and wailing and carried him outside. I explained to him that it wasn't going to happen, and if he didn't get it together we were leaving. He tried to explain through his blubbering.. I can't help it, I want the candy, I'm sowwy.. It wasn't pretty. But he pulled it together, he held my hand, and we went back in. The next store we went to had candy canes on the register counter. While I was questioning the price of one of the items being rung up, Ella is trying to get my attention (this is after I told her to let me speak to the store people without interrupting) so I was ignoring her. Finally, she says, "MOM! HE'S EATING A CANDY CANE!" I look at Cole and he's tearing the plastic off of a giant candy cane from the counter with his teeth! Nice.
So.. As much as I love this time of year, the candy crisis will be ongoing until at least Valentine's Day. I'm not giving up though. I warned him about rotten teeth, rotten brain and fat camp.. I don't mind crossing the line with my threats at this point, because the first thing he said this morning was.. Can I have a cookie??
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