Urp.

I got each of the kids a small, heart shaped box of See's Candy for Valentine's Day. I don't know if it was because she didn't want the candy, or because it was out of her reach, or because it was our of her reach AND slyly hidden under some old junk mail, but as of yesterday afternoon, Sydney had yet to open her box.

As I stared at it-- hormones raging, mind you, screaming for chocolate the entire time-- I was faced with an ethical dilemma. Would eating her candy make me a good, responsible mother, or a horrendous human being? She's just under 3 years old, and has beautiful baby white teeth. Did she need seven pieces of sugary cavity makers? I mean, come ON, she is so small-- think of the dammage it would do to her little body!

On the other hand, it's SEE'S frickin' CANDY! Food of the GODS! Ambrosia, if you will. What kind of horrendous person takes candy from a baby, let alone the greatest candy to ever grace the face of the earth?

I went for win-win. I went the route of the good mother. I ate the ones I knew she wouldn't like.

The fact that I found and scarfed down Harrison's box, however, I think that's the one that makes me a horrendous human being.