I have a bowl of M&Ms in the kitchen. It seemed Evan and Sean collected candy from school, birthday parties, holidays, and poor Aidan never had any. Evan would ask for candy for dessert instead of the home-made goodie of the week, and poor Aidan would want some too. So I got a bowl of M&Ms. They were dessert. They were special treats. They were awesome.
Friday as I talked to my mom on the phone, I walked into the kitchen and notice an M&M on the floor. Huh. Then I noticed another. And then another. A small trail of M&Ms. I looked over at the counter, noticing the little child’s chair next to it. On the back of the counter, nearly hidden by the bread-maker, there was an empty spot where the bowl of M&Ms should be.
Me: Oh dear. The bowl of M&Ms is gone. I have a trail, and then it stops.
My Mom: Really? Which boy?
Me: Aidan. I heard him banging around the kitchen earlier. (I was searching the kitchen and the connecting family room.) I’m surprised he was able to reach out and snag it.
My mom: Ask him where it is. I’m sure he’ll be excited to show you.
I went hunting for Aidan who sat at the top of the stairs.
Me: AIDAN! Where’s the M&M bowl? Show Mommy where the bowl is!
Aidan smiled back at me, turned on his belly, and slid down the stairs. He stood up at the bottom and grabbed my hand.
Aidan toddled into the family room, dragging me along with him. He went to the child-size recliner and pointed to the empty bowl. He beamed up at me.
Me: Um, Mom. He ate almost a full bowl of M&Ms.
My mom: Oh really? And where were you?
Me: In the shower.
I looked around. I noticed an M&M. Then I noticed another. And another. I finally collected 12 M&Ms. I looked at Aidan who was standing watching me. He didn’t smell of chocolate. He didn’t have chocolate or colored stuff on his face. He didn’t have colors on his palms. Huh.
I moved the recliner to see if any more where around. It rattled. I ran my hand between the edge of the cushion and the arm. Several M&Ms fell to the floor.
Me: He put them in the green chair.
My mom: The child-size one?
I didn’t have any other green chairs.
My mom: Be thankful. He didn’t eat it them. He played with them.
Me: Thankful. I’ve got to go and try to get M&Ms out of the chair.
My mom: Bye, sweetheart. I love you.
Me: I love you too. Talk to you later.
I hung up and set down the phone. Aidan was playing with cars. I picked up and shook the chair, spilling M&Ms everywhere.
Me: Aidan. Ask Mommy next time you want an M.
Aidan: (holding up an M&M) M?
Me: (sigh) Yes.
Imagine how thankful I felt that night as I swept and mop the floor and every time I moved that damn chair more M&Ms fell out.