I’m sitting here at this moment going through my kids’ candy buckets. I am taking a break from work at the moment, which I deserve because I’ve been at it since 6:00 a.m. this morning, and it is now 8:30 in the evening. And tomorrow will be much the same.
I’m NOT complaining. Work is good! But I think that a day this long and arduous deserves some candy.
It’s interesting to note that Kalina’s is almost gone and AJ’s is nearly full.
“AJ, can I have a piece of candy?”
He doesn’t even care. His words when I begged a Starburst off of him.
When he was younger he’d gladly pass up candy for vegetables or fruit. My grandmother marvels at the church Christmas dinner when he was 2. She brought him a plate of goodies to share with her, and he begged for the broccoli, batting away the brownie most emphatically.
It’s a good thing because it’s much healthier.
Also, more candy for me.
And though Kalina’s candy is nearly gone, she still has a significant amount of chocolate.
“Chocolate, I just can’t quit you.”
Don’t worry. I didn’t partake. I still did quit it.
But quitting doesn’t make the lust in my heart go away.
Wait, what are we talking about again?