Guess what I woke up to this morning? Two kids with chocolate breath standing over me asking, "Can we have breakfast?" Both of them had a brown ring around their lips and were smiling.
You see I've acquired several bags of M&Ms at CVS over the past week and had put them in a pretty little bowl in our china cabinet. Every time Joseph walks by there he says, "I smell something yummy. What is that smell?" (As though he doesn't know.) That should have been my first clue.
Well, when it was all confessed and the consequences were met I went to find one, yes, one, lone red M&M in the bottom of the bowl. They consumed nearly an entire large bag! They cried. They were sorry. Rebekah whispered (this is what she does when she feels guilty) a hundred times, "I love you Mommy." They promised to make me more. "Mommy I will cook you more. How do you cook M&M's?"
It is always hard not to smile when things like this happen. I could care less about the candy, but I do care about their hearts. I want them to know that I love them enough to provide boundaries and consequences. And I want them to know that there is grace and M&Ms in their future. However, I don't want them to know about where I've hidden the other six bags.