I have a bowl of M&Ms in the kitchen. It seemed Tornado E and Tornado S collected candy from school, birthday parties, holidays, and poor Tornado A never had any. Tornado E would ask for candy for dessert instead of the home-made goodie of the week, and poor Tornado A 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: Tornado A. 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 Tornado A who sat at the top of the stairs.
Me: TORNADO A! Where’s the M&M bowl? Show Mommy where the bowl is!
Tornado A smiled back at me, turned on his belly, and slid down the stairs. He stood up at the bottom and grabbed my hand.
Tornado A: Way!
Tornado A 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.
Tornado A: THERE!
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 Tornado A 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. Tornado A was playing with cars. I picked up and shook the chair, spilling M&Ms everywhere.
Tornado A: M’s!
Me: Tornado A. Ask Mommy next time you want an M.
Tornado A: (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.