B got his hands on some candy that M brought home from a birthday party. CJ went screaming after him upstairs, where I continued to hear screaming and fighting over the candy. Then I found the 2 kids hiding in a corner, still trying to get the package open.
Somehow, I convinced them to come downstairs and to “save the candy for after dinner”. CJ now had the package of candy in her hand and was cooperatively coming down stairs, with B following closely behind.
As I was getting dinner ready, there was still arguing over the candy in the kitchen. Then, before we even knew what the candy was, CJ had the package of 3 jawbreakers open, and one in her mouth.
I have never been a fan of jawbreakers – they just don’t taste good at all, and they just seem totally unsafe for kids…. a broken tooth or candy lodged in my kids throat? I don’t want either, thanks.
But CJ already had it in her mouth, and B, he just couldn’t believe she got the package open herself. He was accusingly asking me and and his Dad, “Did you open it for she?”… “Did you?”
To avoid a bad medical jawbreaker situations, I said to CJ, “CJ please spit that candy out, it is icky and not for little girls.” I held out my hand in front of her mouth, and she must have realized it didn’t taste good anyways. She spit it out in my hand.
Then B said matter-of-factly, “Yeah! It’s for big boys!” And he grabbed the already-been-sucked-on candy from my hand and put it in his mouth.
And I was left with just spit on my hand and a smile on my face.