The kiddies used to run to the ice maker, which is on the bottom of our fridge, whenever they heard it filling with water. They were trying to see the water before it finished filling. Of course, we haven’t used ice for months….
Recently, I was digging into the sweet cabinet. This is where we keep the candy bowl, candy acquired from Halloween, Valentine’s, pretty much every recognized holiday and then some. They’re allowed a few pieces every Monday. We call it candy day. One day, not a candy day, Mama was digging into the cabinet. I have my own stash. The cabinet creaked and they came running round the corner squealing for candy. How did they know, out of all our kitchen cabinets which one I was sneaking into?
When Seth and Arwen get chocolate milk, I mix milk with Trader Joe’s Midnight Moo straight into their “spill proof” cups. They love to stir it themselves. We sing our Spanish mixing song. But I’m often in a hurry in the mornings and try to mix it quietly. But they’re on to me. Two rooms away, one will hear the spoon tapping the inside of the plastic cup, and since they’re practically joined at the hip, for better or worse, they both come running to the kitchen to have a turn.
A couple of weeks before Easter, for the second year, I put out a basket of chocolates on the front stoop. It’s intended for anyone who wants them, including the kids, the mailman, the neighbor, Jehovah’s Witnesses… and every time I checked the mail, the kids heard the front door open and came running. It was wild, the mad dash for sugar. !You’d think I never gave them any! So deprived, I know.
