Too Many M&Ms

Something else happened on this night that I find blog worthy.  While Jason and I were talking to the new-to-us associate pastor, our little cherubs were making numerous trips to the M&M bowl, which I wouldn’t have allowed had I been paying attention and not dying of mortification.

Jason and I were ready to go but, as I looked up, the last of our kids was pouring fresh scoops of M&Ms on her plate.  They came back and sat down happily chewing away.  Jason Jr. was squealing with delight as he took turns stealing an M&M from each girl.  Jason and I exchanged looks, and he decided enough was enough.  But what he did next shocked even me.

Near us were four little boys standing close to their mother.  Jason called them over saying, “Hey, boys do you want some candy?” and pointed for them to go take some from the girls’ plates.  Oh.  My.  Goodness.  Was he really going to get rid of the candy by giving it to someone else’s children?  He clearly did not think this through.  I was completely flabbergasted, horrified and, well, tickled silly all wrapped up together.  The boys responded very respectfully that they had already had some.

I apologized to their mother who thankfully took it very good naturedly and laughed with me.  Whew!  I suppose a mother always wonders what her child will do if the time should come that some strange man offers them candy.  This mother can sleep easier at night now, thanks to my dear husband.