A candy machine is one of them.
I know. It's 25 cents for like, 20 candies, and for another 50 cents I could have an entire bag of candy from the vending machine on the other wall...but I like the thrill of turning the crank, and hearing the plinkety-plink of chocolate coming through a shoot and heading my way. It's a happy sound.
Plus it is amazing how well 2 over-tired little girls will behave, knowing there is the possibility of a candy machine at your last stop. I had about 10000000 errands to run. They HAD to be done. Getting the oil changed at the Honda dealership was number 9999999 on the list.
My girls had never heard of a magical machine that pumps out candy when you put money in. Really. I made it almost 5 years as a mother. I'm quite proud of myself.
And so began the hype on errand numero uno:
Angels.
Stop #2...
polite little darlings!
And so it continued all morning long.
Wonderful.
I am embarrassed to admit that they selected Skittles over Reese's or peanut M&M's...but I'm glad that their little lives have such a little amount of stress in them that my girls don't automatically smell the chocolate calling to them, offering mental relief when they enter a building...like it does for me.
Anyway, candies for my little angels.A quarter goes a long way.
If only they had a candy machine at the DMV, I might be better behaved.
...scratch that. I wouldn't touch the candy machine at the DMV.
I don't touch anything at the DMV.
4 comments:
The piture of Q with her cup is so cute. I love your kids.
Q is so cuuuuute! Chill out about the boots. No need to threaten voting for Satan's spawn. Kristin got them at some thrift store for her Halloween costume in 2004. I'm very deeply sorry. Maybe she will give them to you after the wedding. You're her favorite you know
All I could think about when I looked at this photo is how much swine flu could be all over those little chutes.
Two words: Clorox wipes.
My kids now tote along their wallets with allowance, and Dad's pocket change at the ready in anticipation of these machines.
But I still have FINAL SAY.
Ahhhh, the power of being THE MOM!
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