Early every morning, my two year old goes to the refridgerator in search of sweets. I can't count the endless times I have had to say no sweets or wrestle a sweetie from his tight little fists. You'd think the next day would be different, but noooo. He is nothing if not persistent.
Anyway, I had three packs of skittles - one for Renee, one for Shakir and one for Jaheim. Shakir and Jaheim ate theirs. I told Renee to take hers home because I could not promise that they would be safe from Jaheim. She forgot. I don't think I have to tell you that since last night, the skittles have been on countdown. Twice, I told Jaheim no.
Today, unexpectedly, I went to town, forgetting that I would see Renee so as you've guessed, I didn't leave home with the skittles. I overheard Shakir telling her that she had left them behind. "Yes, I know," she said. "Did you eat them?"
"Don't eat them, please. You can bring them for me when we go back to school."
"You know we have another week home?"
"Yes, I know."
As I listen to this exchange, I'm thinking that she is having this conversation with the wrong boy. Shakir - you can reason with him. But Jaheim! I shook my head, quietly thinking that even Shakir won't be able to save those skittles even if he were to try.
Well, when we came home, the children had a little siesta and afterward, Jaheim disappeared and returned with the skittles in hand. "Jay," I say, "those are Renee's. You can't eat them."
Face solemn and serious, he responds, "me gine have to buy one for she."
"Me going to buy back one for Renee."
Needless to say, the skittles have gone to a better place.
Ordinarily, the story would end there, but tonight, he called up his grandfather again and told him he had to buy more skittles.
Allison is mother to two active boys who challenge her on a day to day basis with their escapades. In her other life, Allison juggles a regular day job as a marketing executive in a health food organization. At night, when everyone is asleep, she dreams of being a fulltime writer and super hero.