The Sweet Tooth

A story about finding a monster of a mess under her bed.

The other day I was cleaning up her room because try as we may - she won’t do it.

Actually, she will do it. She just won’t do it well because her idea of cleaning up is just jamming all the clothing into a laundry hamper - dirty or not - or my favorite: hiding it all under the bed.

What she does not realize is that Dad has a Magic weapon: It’s called: Moving the Bed to see what’s under there.

And under the bed dear old Dad finds lots of things: old crayons and dog hair and all the single socks and little notes and then you will not believe what dad found next:

CANDY WRAPPERS

Or, I should specify: candy wrappers from unauthorized candy consumption. It was a mystery…hmmmm… who could have it been?

Mommy? - No she likes chocolate
Dad? - He too likes chocolate. And Mommy.
The Dog? - chocolate is bad for her, so no, and I only tolerate the dog and I’m definitely not feeding it chocolate.

This leaves my excellent deducing skills to determine that the culprit is the child.

Yup, she’s been getting into the pantry and sneaking her halloween stash upstairs bit by bit - and until I cleaned up she was getting away with it. It’s easy to hide the evidence when it all blends in with all the other mess up there.

As I am apt to say: It’s only illegal if you get caught - Well, she got caught.

She fessed up right away and really that’s all we want. The punishment or even the old stink eye from Dad goes away if you tell the truth around here. If you don’t - it’s a no fun day and nobody wants those.

Fast forward to tonight where we have more delicious choices for dessert - she could have had ice cream, chocolate pudding or even cookies - but she chose these things:

OF all the choices. I don’t get it. There were much better choices for her from her haul on Halloween and she’s still at the good stuff stage too - with full-sized chocolate bars and fun dip and lollipops - but this was the choice so whatever.

She will always pick sour or candy over chocolate and I can’t figure out where we went wrong raising her?

Oh, I know : We let her sneak candy into her bedroom. Crap.

I wonder if it’s because she hasn’t had really good chocolate? You know - the good stuff - the “company is coming over” chocolate. Maybe it’s not too late to get her to come to the dark (chocolate) side after all.

We just need to find some truffles and they shouldn’t be too hard to find. Heck, I could have them here tomorrow if I wanted. I could tell BW that we need these for a science project that’s also a learning experience for the child.

BW likes science and chocolate.

I bet this would be one of the very few ideas I have that BW would get behind, because: chocolate.

And science. Don’t forget the science.

Keeping our Dentist on Speed Dial,

TH and Co.