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Canny in the Mail

A few days after Easter, the boys received a box in the mail. It was no small box and it was from my brother and parents.

I wasn't expecting to find what was inside. The boys huddled around me as usual when something has been delivered and we all peeked inside when it was finally opened.

At the top, we saw nine, little stuffed animals. There was a monkey, a pig, two cats, a horse, a tiger, and three dogs. (Grumpy is at this moment helping me to remember all of the animals. He is, after all, the one with the stuffed animal fetish.)

Underneath the animals, we found bag after bag of candy. There was such a variety of candy that I can't begin to remember all the different kinds. Let's just say that they will have candy until Halloween.

Since I don't want my children to develop diabetes, I have set down a certain rule. No junk food whatsoever until the weekends. Even then, I still hear, "Can I have some canny, Mom?" on a daily basis.

That is Happy and Grumpy's most ardent question throughout the days. Even my three-year-old has some tricks up his sleeve.....like those big, blue eyes and curly, long lashes.

A few weeks after we received the candy in the mail, I was in the living room with Sneezy. Happy comes up to me just to make conversation. He leans against my leg and looks up at me with those beautiful eyes and inquisitive look on his face.

Eventually, he comes to the point. "Mom, can I have some canny?" he asks sweetly. "You want some candy, huh?" I ask knowing he is trying to reel me in. "Um,hm. It's my favorite food," he says matter-of-factly.

Well, of course, it is.

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Unknown said…
Haha. I remember the absolute JOY & excitement of turning over the couches & chairs, looking in the washer, etc, searching for any loose change I could get my hands on... and then Dusty, myself, & our neighbor friends would walk to the nearest little store called "Super X" when they would have "THE MOST AWESOME 3-for-$1.00" sale on candy bars!!! Very much fun. =) Hope the boys enjoy.
April 10, 2008 at 11:44 AM
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