Every service Punky and Chicken get candy from the "Candyman" at church. There's the official Candyman and Candyman #2. So sometimes, if they hit both of them up just right, both of my children can get up 4 pieces of candy before bed. So Wednesday at church, Punky came walking up with a small york peppermint patty.
"Punky, you don't need another piece of candy. Give it to, Mommy." She places it behind her back and shakes her head, insisting that she has to eat it. I'm walking behind her anyway, so I grab it.
When she's not looking I ate it. Yes, I took candy from a child and ate it.
On the way home, she remembered I had it. "I want my candy, Mommy."
"I ate it, Punky, sorry."
"No, don't eat it, Mommy!" she whines.
"Sorry, it's in Mommy's tummy." After all, the kid needs to learn how to cope with disappointment.
She just looks at me and then wags her chunky baby finger at me and says, "No, don't do dat Mommy!...Daddy's going to spank you for dat!"