It is one of the most humiliating days in a mother’s life when she realizes her child is a criminal. The day when it all comes clear to you, the day your guilt our weights your pride, the day when you consider rehab for them. The day where you hang your head in shame because you don’t know how on earth you will ever hold your head up high again. You just keep thinking to yourself, "How did I let this happen?"
That day was today for me. I realize that my son may need rehab. Yes, I said it. My three year old super hero may need help. He has found a force that is greater than him. It is his weakness, his kryptonite, if you will. What is this awful substance that is leading my precious child down the path to destruction? CANDY! My son is addicted. Wakes up in the morning it is the first thing he asks for. Heck sometimes I find it stashed in his pillow. No joke... They were Hershey kisses. Like many mothers, I have a bowl filled with deliciousness hidden way out of reach. It is on top of a phone book (what other use do those ancient books have nowadays) at the peak of my fridge. My kids get candy as a reward and when we first get home they have a choice of a snack. Good, right???
Well I guess I knew this day would be here someday just didn’t realize it would be my kid. I thought i could turn him around. Get him back on a sugar free path. No more powder for this little guy --- I am talking about fun dip.... What were you thinking, ridiculous! ;) I should have seen the signs. He was always looking to get his next piece. He would sneak candy in the checkout lines just until you got ready to pay so that he would HAVE to get the candy bar because he said he NEEDED it. I was just trying to make him happy. I thought what harm one piece of candy can do. Wow was I wrong.
Then the problem got to be on a bigger scale. He then started to blatantly unwrap the goodies in the middle of the store pop it in his mouth like someone owed him this piece. No longer asking for the candy or even waiting to pay for it.
Then I found the stashes of sugar delights under his pillow and in his pants pockets. When I confronted him about the candy i had found, he clearly stated "Batman told me." Clearly delusional now losing all sense of reality. Living in Candy Land, standing on the top of Gum Drop Mountain dancing with princess Lolly by his side. He started passing through the house just saying "I want candy, I want candy, I want candy momma." Sounding like a broken record.
But today was the last straw, I was humiliated and in shock. My son had a problem. I realized it when I dropped him off at daycare today and we were doing our morning routine there. Take off coat. Take of shoes and socks and head down stairs. But wait what is that. Is that a band- aid on his foot? What the... OMG! My son sat down to take of his shoes and socks and takes of his second sock and says Tada.... Super hero laffy taffy just got pulled out of his sock! He had smuggled candy to school today in his shoe!!!! He says his Tada and darts down the stairs holding his victory straight up towards the sky as he gets out of my site.
So now I have no choice but to stick him in the swamp with the Molasses monster, Lord Licorice waiting for him when he gets out and Grandma Nutt to whip him back in shape.
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p.s. I am sorry I haven't blogged very much lately. With an newly addict son, lets just say I've been running around in heels more often due to sugar intake!
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