The Great Reese’s Caper

Unlike most kids, the little guy only likes one kind of candy bar, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Anything else just makes him mad. For his birthday, he got a bag of the single snack size candy bars, and we let him have a couple. He was a happy boy.

The next day he didn’t want to eat. He instead tried diving back into the bag of candy bars. Can’t say as I blame him, but being the responsible type, I told him he was cut off.

“No candy bars until you eat a good lunch.”

“But I want them.”

“I know, but you need to eat real food first and then you can have ONE.” I stressed the “one” part heavily.

“Okay,” he said begrudgingly.

So I set the candy bar bag aside and made him a real lunch. He slowly but surely ate it while we watched cartoons. After lunch, I set off to doing some work while he played with the plethora of toys he got on his birthday.

A few moments later, I heard the bag rustle.

“Hey, I said no more candy bars!”

“You said I could have one.”

“Oh, that’s right. You can have one.”

“Thanks,” He said and I saw him take ONE from the bag. I then took the bag and put it in the cupboard.

I then went back to my project at hand which was the sink of dishes from the day before. A few minutes later the little guy came out with a ring of melted milk chocolate around his mouth.

“Will you please clean my face?”

“Sure thing buddy.” I grabbed a wash coth and wiped the chocolate from his face and hands. I then went back to finishing my task.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, I went into the living room and there he sat on the floor, toys in hand and a dark brown ring of suspicious material around his mouth.

“What’s that on your face?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Did you sneak a candy bar?”

“Nooooo.”

He couldn’t have snuck one. I would have seen him. I chose to wait and see what was going on. Sure enough a few moments later he got up and went to his room. I followed and found him going to a secret stash of candy bars he had hidden in his closet.

“Hey, why do you have hidden candy bars?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know either.”

“I just wanted them and you took the bag away.”

“So you stashed some in here before I did so you’d have candy bars when you want one?”

“Uh huh.”

I am in for a lot of trouble as he gets older.

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