So, on fridays, after we pick Emma up from school, we go to the "candy store." It's actually the local corner gas station (which I don't like to go to at night) and they have all sorts of crazy candy there. The kids NEVER eat it all which is fine with me. When we pulled up to my parents' house and went inside, Jack had his sucker. When I finished getting his pre-nap milk ready, he didn't have his sucker. As I was putting him to sleep I had visions of the sucker being stuck to one of my mother's beautiful leather sofas or mushed into her carpet. I looked and looked but didn't find it until I was cooking dinner. At least he didn't leave his sucker in trade for something else in the drawer AND I was so busy taking a picture of it that I forgot to remove it until the next day when again I was cooking dinner.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
A Friday Tradition
So, on fridays, after we pick Emma up from school, we go to the "candy store." It's actually the local corner gas station (which I don't like to go to at night) and they have all sorts of crazy candy there. The kids NEVER eat it all which is fine with me. When we pulled up to my parents' house and went inside, Jack had his sucker. When I finished getting his pre-nap milk ready, he didn't have his sucker. As I was putting him to sleep I had visions of the sucker being stuck to one of my mother's beautiful leather sofas or mushed into her carpet. I looked and looked but didn't find it until I was cooking dinner. At least he didn't leave his sucker in trade for something else in the drawer AND I was so busy taking a picture of it that I forgot to remove it until the next day when again I was cooking dinner.
