We burned off some energy and ended up burying each other in the snow. Although it took quite a while to bury my legs as Henry made progress fistful-by-fistful. I tried to show him how to scoop up a bunch with his arms, but he stuck to the fistfuls, even though his progress was as slow as shoveling out a driveway with an ice cream scoop.
But we had fun. And our walk to the school's soup supper was a warm one for maybe the first time since we moved here.
I even had all the Dum Dums and Peach-Os in the cupboard. But as I was putting the frosting on (which was quite fun, and probably faster than actually frosting a cupcake, even though Doug told me I was an over-achiever), I was second guessing the "eyeballs."
First, that was a lot of suckers to unwrap. Second, that was a lot of sugar, and what three-year-old is going to let you throw away candy, let alone a sucker? I really didn't want to get the kids on a major sugar high because I'm not the one that has to deal with a room-full of them!
I opened the cupboard, and there were mini marshmallows and mini chocolate chips. Perfect.
Extra perfect that Henry had picked blue.
Because they looked like Cookie Monster without me setting out to create him. I love happy accidents!
Because I don't do things like this to try and out-do other moms. I have fun doing this with hopes that the kids get to have a little extra fun (and sugar).
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