Apparently, hiding our M&M consumption from our toddler is a big trend in our parenting. It doesn’t seem like we eat that many, but considering this is my third blog on the subject, maybe I need to reassess my habit.
Hold on. I’ll be right back.
Okay. Needed to get some M&M’s. Much better now.
So anyway, I wasn’t feeling too good a couple of days ago, so I snuck a handful of the best cure for all female ailments, M&M’s.
(Which, by the way, my wonderful hubby picked up on my hint and learned from CVS’ failures and surprised me with a bag of Premium Mint M&M’s yesterday.
He’s the best!)
Back to the story. The reason I didn’t share my M&M’s with Ali was because she and I were headed upstairs to get her ready for naptime.
However, Ali must’ve smelled it.
She got suspicious and whipped around.
I had just stuffed the last ones in my mouth and showed her my empty hand, while trying to pull my cheeks in to make it look like my mouth wasn’t, in fact, stuffed with chocolatey goodness.
Then she said decidedly:
“Mommy ate her medicine.”
With my full mouth, I said “mm hmm.”
“Mommy ate it to feel better.”
“Does Mommy feel better?”