So, the children bullied me into buying them some Oreos the other day. I have nothing against Oreo cookies (I've been known to partake in
a dozen at a time a few now and again) but we already had two other types of biscuits in the cupboard, plus ice cream in the freezer, we had gift-with-purchase sachets of some chocolate drizzled mini rice cake thingies, and what the heck is this gummy-like candy back here next to the chocolate-chipy whatchamacallits? You get what I mean. We had PLENTY of sweet treats in the house already.
And this is precisely why taking the children to the grocery store with me is something I will try to avoid at all costs. They wear me down with all their begging, yo - it's exhausting. But, sometimes you just have to say YES to things.
During a break in the homework recently, Oliver asked me for some. I obliged him, of course, and watched him do the familiar twist and turn of the wafers, exposing the cream filling... I walked out of the room to put some laundry away, and I returned to this bowl of foolishness:
Me: Um... you have a little something on your face...
He: *giggles* I know.
Me: And, WHY exactly?
He: It's fun! We do this at school sometimes.
Me: *Incredulously* You DO?
He: *giggles harder* Yeah. You have to wiggle your eyebrows up and down like this... wait, I'll do it again. Are you watching? Like this, you see? And then you have to try and catch it in your mouth, and not let it fall on the floor...
Said cookie falls on the floor.
He: Whoops. Sorry about that...
He bends over to get the fallen cookie from the floor, turns it over, checks for lint and cooties, and then pops it into his mouth.
Me: This is gross on so many levels, Oliver...
He: *laughs like crazy* But it's fun! *more maniacal laughter*
I guess fun always rules, even at school. It's nice to know some things never change.