These pictures were all taken yesterday at various places in my house. Here's the thing; I have never bought a lolli-pop. But apparently the whole world thinks my kids should have one. The doctors office, bank tellers, the grocery check out ladies and every valentine. The kids give a polite thanks and then hoard them, probably in the same place they keep their marbles, markers without lids and endless supply of stinky socks rolled into a ball.
I've pulled them out of car seats, off the carpet out of hair and even off the top of the toilet tank. I'm not even sure Jack knows there is a center in a tootsie roll pop. He just gets some taste and says "nope" laying it down wherever. Ella thinks all lollis have a chewy center of; candy, gum or just plain paper stick. Later I find a soggy half spit ball - half lolli stick, while reaching into a pants pocket or leisurely sliding my hand under a couch pillow.
I can't stop them. The nice folks who give them out always ask. But that's the thing... they always ask in front of the kids. "Can they have a CANDY?" and then I sense a tremor of excitement emanating from the adorable cherubs who's very flappy eye-lashes enticed sugar from the finger tips of a stranger. And that's the point of no return already. Unless they've been terrible, it's impossible to say no without being the meanest Mom in the history of ever.
I realize what a stupid first world problem it is to be all winey about free candy. How affluent does a society have to be, before they give what was once only available to royalty, away to every human that walks by? And how much more affluent does a society have to be before mothers start complaining about it? Cripes.
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