After we sadly dropped my grandmother off at the airport yesterday, we stopped by the fabulous Fanny Mae's candy shoppe to find something for my wonderfully kind neighbor and thank her for letting grams stay in her home. I picked up the "hostess" candy tower, thrilled there was such an item already selected for such a person. It was even pre-wrapped! I was really thrilled.
Once home from the airport I fed my kids lunch and put them down for a nap, a strategic effort on my part to have some Peace and Quiet during my relief society presidency meeting. Savannah went down without a wail, but Cade didn't even try to close his eyes. I can't really blame the kid--- when us gals get together, we're a noisy bunch. We laugh and shriek and gasp. In the middle of our meeting/group therapy session, I went upstairs to check on Cade to find him next to the "hostess candy tower" UNWRAPPED!!! I could have strangled the kid. I did take into consideration that there would be witnesses so I decided I should wait until they went home. In the mean time I pouted aloud and pleaded an explanation from Cade.
"HONEY!!! This was for Barb. Why Did you open it?!"
Sensing my grand frustration , "Oh, I sorry. I won't open fings anymore."
I took the boxes of chocolates and nuts downstairs and mentally scheduled an appointment for some reconstructive surgery on the box after the kids were down for the night. At least I had wrapping paper and could fix what was done.
This morning when I woke up Kyle was bathing Savannah. I bolted upwards and gasped,
"Where's Cade?!"
"He's just playing, don't worry."
Phew.
"Oh yeah, but I did wake up to find him eating some chocolates in the kitchen."
WHAT?!!!!
Reading my mind Kyle assured me, "Don't worry it was just a few."
My heart sank. When I finally had it in me to examine the damage, "a few" chocolates turned out to be 13. Way to go, Cade. So, we managed to deliver Barb's candy tower --- really it more resembled a small cottage foundation.
I'm checking the boy in to Chocoholics Anonymous.
5 comments:
If you find a cure I'd sure like to hear it. I read those stories and am glad I'm all grown up so my mom won't be able to catch me when I do the same thing :0
I think posting a confession is much easier than actually telling you face to face so here goes:
Michelle Sweety, Cade did not eat all the chocolate. I actually helped him eat like 4 or 5 of them. I ate them Friday night though.
For everyone else: Michelle isn't as much of a victim here as you may think. I was given a huge piece of chocolate cake for Father's day (from church) and I put it in the fridge. She ate it without even asking me so I guess we are even.
How funny! I love it :)
You guys are hilarious! I love this story. I was laughing out loud!
oh my gosh! i love these chocolate stories! they are hilarious! kids are seriously the funniest!
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