Atop our fridge there lives a bucket. It’s light blue and has pictures of chicks hatching out of easter eggs. The bucket came into the eldest monkey’s possession his second Easter, when he was old enough to understand the bare minimum about Easter Egg hunts. He filled it with candy at Nana’s and brought it home. Although it’s a bit cracked now, it has served well for designated candy storage, along with a woven monkey pail that served the same purpose when the bucket was too full to hold any more candy.
You would think that this bucket was the first such container. But no, it replaced a stainless steel bowl (also filled with candy) that was already living atop the fridge
Candy keeps coming into our lives. There’s Hallowe’en, Easter, Christmas, Birthdays… of course every now and then when you walk past Sugar Mountain you have to indulge yourself in an exercise called “let’s give him a certain amount of free choice and see what he comes up with.”
Then there are the random times you yourself feel like some candy while you’re out. Like the day I bought Nerds at Scholar’s Choice figuring I’d share them with him and they’d be gone by the end of the afternoon. I just sat down to write this after eating some of those Nerds, purchased about 8 months ago. They’re still not gone. They’re upstairs, atop the fridge, in… the bucket.
Part of it is that we don’t actually GIVE him that much. He gets way too wired on sugar, so we restrict his intake to the sugars he gets from fruits and juices, plus the occasional “treat” (usually from the bucket.
“Dad, can I have dessert tonight?”
“Sure you can. We have a bit of ice cream!! AWESOME, RIGHT??”
“Yeah, that sounds good. OOOooorrrr…. something from my bucket?”
“Not ice cream? Are you kidding me? OK, but make it small. We don’t need you up all night.”
What am I supposed to do with all this candy? I can’t eat it all myself! And he misses certain candies when they get eaten by “not him”, so that’s a risky proposition anyhow. I mean, he’s always willing to share (LOVES sharing!!!) but sharing means he has been asked if we can have some. Can’t go around stealing it all! (well, sometimes I steal a little. Like those Nerds I just had. Sorry little buddy!)
I wonder what ANY parent does with the deluge of candy that comes their way?
What the heck am I going to do when the younger monkey starts getting candy, too? I’m going to be buried!!!