I've told you before how Amy's first word was "chocolate". She has not changed an iota since she was a year old. She can smell chocolate a mile away. Her supernatural hearing can discern the sound of clandestine chocolate candy wrappers behind closed doors. She knows how to ask direct questions to find out if I have any chocolate stashed away and makes me feel guilty for having it, unless I share.
We went to Target after lunch today for some Tylenol, and my family was content to wait in the van for me. As I stepped out the van door I was vocally barraged with a list of other things to pick up while I was in there -- a newspaper (for the coupons I keep forgetting to pick up each weekend), some TP, a box of tissues, some milk, etc.
As soon as I entered the store I added my own important item to that quickly fading mental list, a bag of cordial cherry M&M's, available only at Target. The slightly obsessive thought of my M&M's instantly blocked out the rest of my list. Now, what else did I come in here for? I stopped for a second, retrieved the Tylenol from my good but very short memory (not difficult, considering the headache I had at the time), and went straight to the H&B section. Next stop, Valentine candy. Only one bag, because it's not on sale yet. I am exercising restraint. Where to now? What was I forgetting? I knew there was more. I got almost to the checkout before remembering the trash bags. Of course those are at the opposite end of the store, but walking back all that distance did not help me remember to get tissues and TP while I was back there in the paper goods section, or milk, as I passed the groceries for the third time. I checked out, deciding we can live for the rest of the month without whatever else I was supposed to pick up.
My kind driver pulled the van pulled up to the curb and I got in. Amy's first words, "Mom, did you get chocolate?" I actually considered lying to my child, but, with the Lord's help, I answered honestly and deliberately, "I got trash bags and Tylenol."
"And chocolate," she says.
How does she always know?!?!
Now they ALL know.
Does sharing one's chocolate count as hospitality? Because I read in my Bible today, Use hospitality one to another without grudging. 1 Peter 4:9.
I think I'm in trouble.
|No. Be MINE, all MINE!!!|
Oh, and predictably, I forgot to get the weekly coupons. Again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!