Yesterday I tried to sneak some m&m’s, and I got caught by Connor. Now, normally I would do one of two things: either eat them when he is asleep, or resign to sharing some of my yummy treats. Sharing was not an option yesterday since Connor was on restriction from all treats and privileges due to a little incident involving the playground, my son, spit, and another child. But it was a stressful afternoon, and I needed that chocolate.
Connor was happy as a clam dressed up as Super Grover, playing in his Super Grover tunnel made with couch cushions in our hallway. I was happy, sneaking my candy and catching up on blogs. He calls me into his cave, and we talk about whatever was on his mind. Suddenly, he interrupted himself and said,
“Mommy? what’s that smell?”
“What smell? I don’t smell anything.”
sniff. “I still don’t smell it.”
“I smell something sugary.”
“Hmmmm…not sure what it is buddy.”
sniff. sniff. “Is it peppermint”
“Not sure, buddy.”
sniff. sniff. “Chocolate?”
“hmmmm….” He’s getting warmer…
“M&M’s. I smell M&Ms.”
And with that, I did what any mom would do. I changed the subject.