My kids had their first encounter with Runts today.
You know, the candy shaped like fruit - which coincidentally tastes like the fruit it is shaped like.
I know that I sound quite sarcastic phrasing it that way - but that, my friends, is exactly the mystery that unravelled at my home tonight.
J. had some candy left over from his birthday that I have been rationing for good behavior and hearty appetites. I decided that this evening was as good a moment as any to unveil RUNTS.
Man! OH! Man!
Just the sight of the stuff made a rowdy audience out of the two of them!
A. squealed, "It's Barbie fruit!"
J. couldn't contain his giggles. "You're giving us candy?"
(Embedded in that disbelief is the fact that they usually have to beg, then realize that begging doesn't work, then go through several unpleasant steps, including spinach eating and room cleaning, and then - at long last - they can have candy... sometimes.)
It was quite the moment in our home. Sort of like this 'hard' Momma is getting soft in the summertime or something...
The real entertainment came when they tasted it. J. would bite down on a banana-shaped runt and exclaim, "The bananas taste like bananas!!"
And, "The strawberries taste like strawberries!!"
Even after he had tried at least one of each of the shapes in front of him, he never lost one iota of zeal while announcing that his ______-shaped candy did indeed taste like _______...
I guess I typed all that out to say that there is no more refreshing a thing in life than childlike enthusiasm. I have the gift of being surrounded by it for the next 11-or-so weeks.
I intend to truly enjoy it and treat it like the gift that it is - to see the world through the eyes of a child.
Maybe I'll even wise up a bit...
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