The other night I heard some activity in the kitchen so I walked in to check things out. R-girl turned toward me, shivered with delight, and said:
“Mom!
Look at my cup of
sugar.”
Then she proceeded to act as though she was innocently sipping a cup full of nothing that was about to send electricity coursing through her veins. (Seriously, sugar to this girl is like… well. Yeah, it’s like that.)
But she couldn’t maintain for long.
Next time, kiddos,
we probably won’t whip out the sugar high
at 10 o’clock p.m.
K?
by julie rybarczyk
