I'm A Schmuck

Let me set the scene: One chocolate-holic mother. One wrapped chocolate marshmallow bunny sitting on the kitchen counter top for roughly 5 days which belonged to the preschool son. Well, this mother should have remembered a few things before entering this scene.

1) This child is very sensitive and his tender little heart is easily offended.
2) This child is usually pretty willing to share when asked.
3) This child always seems to be checking the trash can at inopportune times. He's a hoarder by nature (generally of junk) and has learned that we periodically toss his treasures so he keeps close tabs on the kitchen trash.

As stated before, I'm a chocolate-holic with a very low sense of self-control. And after lunch and in need of a little sugar rush before I headed off to Sunday oh-how-torturous-afternoon church, I decided that this little bit of candy wouldn't be missed. Really, I should be given a pat on my back for not devouring it the 5 previous day even though I thought about it a few times.

Well, it was consumed and shortly thereafter my trash-sifting child discovered the offense. The initial tears were something behold. But I soon learned they were nothing to his reaction when he finally pried the information out of me as to "who dun it".

He sobbingly inquired of Clark and I? "Which of you ate my candy?"

Not finding much of a way around this question I confessed that I did.

Then . . .

GASP!!! (Yes, I kid you not. He gasped. That was a sight to behold.) He threw this hands to his mouth and I could tell he was overcome with feelings of being shocked and appalled. And then in the most accusatory tone, "Mommy you ate it?!?!?!" Well, this wasn't going to be dropped easily. Forgiveness was going to be hard earned. And gosh darn it, the chocolate wasn't that great anyway. He was still crying 10 minutes later when I walked out the door to choir practice.

Lesson learned. Ask first; I would want the same respect. Jaron, sorry that your mother is such a schmuck. I'm working on it. In the mean time, start hiding your candy!

Russell Update

No foolin' here; Russell is tons better!! Well enough to run and trip and kiss the concrete to have a delightfully looking scab around his nose.

He bravely took "yucky" tasting medicine twice a day. Thank heaven for Hershey's syrup to make chocolate milk to wash the taste out. It saved us.

We went to the doctor yesterday. Russell was suspicious about what type of torture we would put him under. I assured him they would only look at his ears and listen to his lungs. He warily eyed the doctor as Eliza called out "hi . . . hi . . . hi" in her little voice. His lungs were declared "Clear as a bell." He told me last night as he went to bed that he didn't want to go to the hospital again. I agree!

We are so grateful to have our little Russell back to feeling better. Thank you all so much for your thoughts, concerns and prayers.