"Joseph's where's the candy?"
He played innocent at first, but he's a terrible liar. A smile crept across his face.
After some questioning he finally produced a pack of gum I KNEW didn't come from a birthday party goody bag, and he fessed up: he had taken it from the checkout area at Target.
What, exactly, am I supposed to do with this?
I'm going to make him take it back to Target and pay for it, natch, but otherwise ...? Otherwise, I'm not sure what my response is supposed to be.
He swiped the gum Wednesday night. And yesterday he "found" a quarter -- my quarter, mind you -- at the pool while I was in the bathroom with Miriam. He took it up to the snack bar and asked if it were enough to buy ice cream. They apparently said yes, and gave it to him! A disgusting Spiderman Ice cream!!!
I come out of the bathroom, and someone says, "That's so cute. Is that your son doing the ice cream dance over there? He's so excited to be eating ice cream."
"No," I think, "That can't be my boy. We've already discussed ice cream, and he knows he can't have it. and besides, where would he have gotten the money?"
It WAS my boy.
He hadn't taken a bite yet, so I tried to return it to the snack bar, but they wouldn't take it back. I explained to them that he isn't ALLOWED ice cream, that he's off dairy, that the food coloring will turn him into a crazy child ... They were apologetic. I then searched out another kid to whom I could gift the ice cream. Joseph's friend Lindsey was happy to be the recipient of his ill-gotten gains (I, of course, made sure to check with her mother first), and I made Joe reimburse me the quarter.
So, is he still having sugar cravings after months on an uber-restrictive diet? Just a kid who feels deprived? Or a boy destined for a life of crime?
