Showing posts with label candy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label candy. Show all posts

April 18, 2014

Easter Is Illogical

Up until now, we've mostly managed to not have to explain religious holidays or traditions that involve a lot of candy/sugar. Mostly because we're not religious and I also don't see a point in giving my kid tons of candy for no good reason (is there ever a good reason?).

However, we haven't kept him in a bubble, so he knows about Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny because of school. He didn't remember the name of Easter, so he was referring to it as "special day."
I finally figured out he was talking about Easter, so I gave him the name and The Little Man asked, "what's that?"
I said, "there's a bunny who gives out eggs and you have to find them."

"No," he said, "bunnies don't lay eggs. Chickens have eggs."

"Yes, I know. Logically, bunnies do not have eggs but for Easter they do for some reason and the eggs are filled with treats."

"Ok," he says, "the eggs will have butterflies in them."

"Fair enough. If bunnies can lay eggs, then it follows that the eggs can have butterflies."

Luckily, the Dollar Store sells little foam butterflies so I will stick some in plastic eggs for him. If that's what the man expects to find then I shall do it!

decorated easter eggs with butterflies by OneQuarterMama.ca


It probably would have been less trouble to just say no, this is how it is, but it's probably more fun to just encourage his own imagination and play along with it. There's plenty of time as an adult to get your crazy ideas and dreams squashed. 

March 08, 2012

Secrets in the Shower

All sorts of funny things happen when I leave the Little Man unattended, with free reign on the house while I shower.

The other day I left a bag of potatoes on the table, along with the cover to an air filter I was cleaning. When I came out of the shower, this is what I found:


The potatoes would obviously be more comfortable in the air filter cover. The potato bag was nowhere to be found.

Today I was finishing up my shower and heard the clanging of a dish. "Oh no!" I thought, the candy dish. Daddy must have left it within reach on the table.

I grabbed my towel and ran out dripping, to see my candy goblin on the floor, laughing maniacally.



He took them all out of the jar, bit into each one (through the wrapping) and was working on shoving them all back in the jar when I caught him. I thought it was too funny, so I gave him a piece.

I'm leaving them for Daddy to see if he'll still eat them.