Please picture this mess all over the house.
Please imagine bowls, baskets and containers of Easter candy everywhere.
Please also imagine piles of wrappers or those damn little foil wrappers that get rolled into little balls everywhere. (I tell you what – when I find out who is flicking them under the coffee table heads. will. roll.)
Allow me to share a few of the many exchanges regarding the candy and wrappers….
Mom: “Who is throwing these little wrappers on the carpet?”
4 boys and Handsome Hubby: “Not me! ”
(Does anyone else have an invisible resident named Not Me?)
Grant: “Can I have a little chocolate egg? ”
Mom: “It’s “may I” and please ask nicely.” (Told ya. Grammar Nazi)
Grant: (heavy sigh of exasperation) “May I please have a little chocolate egg?”
Mom: “Let’s fix you some lunch first and then you may eat one. ”
Grant: “I don’t want lunch. I just want chocolate.”
**Note: The above photo is evidence that Grant is reallllly bad at being sneaky. When I wasn’t looking, he got the candy anyway. He has a few things to learn about covering his tracks, no?
Mom: “Why are there candy wrappers in the bathroom!? We do not eat in the bathroom!! Why do I need to say things like this!? ”
Shortly after that, the cranky-vein on Mom’s forehead got so big it made her dizzy and blocked her vision. She tripped over a giant ball of foil and knocked herself out.
When she came to, she felt much better…. because unconsciousness still counts as peace and quiet.