Last week, Easter candy was suddenly going missing overnight. Wrappers and sticky globs of chewed bubble gum were winding up in trash cans unexpectedly. Chocolate bunnies were abducted without a trace of their whereabouts. Clearly, kiddo'd decided she needed to dig into the stash of candy.
Rose denied her involvement as convincingly as a mobster protecting their boss. My eyebrow raised, and I said, "Well, Dad and I didn't do it. The dogs didn't do it. You didn't do it. So we must have a ghost who likes candy. Since I'm scared of ghosts, we're not going to have candy or treats in the house any more."
Two nights passed where Rosed asked for candy or treast after dinner. I repeated the silly ghost reasoning. The third morning, Rose emerged from her room holding some of the vacationing candy. I don't have the bunnies, though, I brought those to school, she said.
I was on cloud nine the whole day. The crazy scheme I'd concocted on the fly actually worked. She came clean about what she'd done. She later admitted to also taking a box of crackers to school as well. She got mad when we informed her there'd still be a consequence. That turned itself into a learning opportunity. Just because you tell the truth about misgivings doesn't mean you don't have consequences. It usually means the consequences aren't as severe.
So we have one blue ribbon on the parenting mantlepiece. Plus, this post is a nice segway into posting a few pics from Easter 2012.
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