Well, as will eventually come to all other innocence of childhood, my son’s candy-less days have passed. Halloween proved his undoing. With classmates bringing all manner of sweets to school as “snacks” for the class, the cat was out of the bag. Just days ago he came home with his first sucker, a nasty little green thing, a poor excuse for candy, compliments of the pre-school’s holiday party. Humbug.
“I like suckers. They’re good!” Slurp, slurp. Ya, ya, ya. Okay. I guess four years was long enough to hold out. At least he's old enough now to know the importance of regular brushing. And, unlike his father, he knows to stop eating when he’s full. Oddly enough, my daughter is the same way. She has minimal interest in sweets and she stops eating when she’s had enough. How come I couldn’t have gotten her genes??
At any rate, it’s the holidays and so, full speed ahead. In the Phoenix airport I had to stop and load-up with See’s Suckers. (They’re called “Lollipops.” Go figure. I guess "sucker" has just too many alternate usages.) If the kid wants a sucker there's no point in poisoning him with crappy little 'dum dums'. Lollipop or sucker, Ev seems content to have made the happy acquaintance of Mary See's hearty version of the confection. And, really, does it get any better on an airplane-- Tom and Jerry on the laptop and chocolate sucker in hand?
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