So, the twins don't eat candy. It wasn't a conscious plan, we have just avoided it thus far and I guess it's been a good idea. They don't even know what it is. I am sure they will know soon enough but for now at age 2 1/2, we're in the safety zone. The other day, we took a stroll through the lovely "Big Top" candy store down here on South Congress and the twins just thought every little thing was a toy. Creed liked organizing the jawbreakers and lollipops and Zelda liked running her hands through the cellophane-covered hard candies. AND, they didn't ask for a thing - because they have yet to know the evils of "candy". However, they DO know and love our nanny who is also named "Candi".
The other day at Central Market, the Easter display of chocolate eggs and candy-like stuff was displayed in full-festive mode. Creed likes to see what he can grab within reach from his strap-down position in the cart. Well, as he reached for some of the sugary delights, I was about to say "No Candy!' but I can't. Candi is good, the kids ask for her, they kiss her hello and watch her out the window when she leaves. "No Candy" whether ending in "y" or "i" is not an option. So instead, out of my mouth came "No bonbons, sorry Creed, no sweets!". A man standing nearby looked at me like I was crazy...no bonbons, who is this woman?...Mary Freakin' Poppins?...
1 comment:
No bonbons, that is funny.
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