The Jr VP wore two thirds of a Twix bar on his face during our drive home the other day. He and I had stopped at the Thefty to buy groceries, and he was so supportive and helpful (”Good job Daddy!“) when I managed to select three peaches that weren’t rotten — they’re for the CFO, don’t worry) that I thought it would be nice to get a treat he and I could share in the car on the way home. Since the Twix comes in two pieces, I thought it perfect. A poor decision in retrospect.
I forgot it would be 90 degrees in the car when we got in. Jr took a bite (Candy bar! Yay!) and liked it, but on bite #2 he missed his mouth and got chocolate up his nose. I saw it and laughed. Big mistake on my part. So as we are driving up SW 45th, I’m looking into the backseat and saying No! Stop! Take a bite! while trying to avoid swerving into the other lane, and he is drawing on his own face with melted chocolate and laughing and laughing. It’s not every day I have to beg and plead with the boy to please take bites of candy, but there we were. By the 7-11 on SW 49th even Jr. recognized that we might have a problem: the words “Daddy! Napkin!” bubbled up out of his chocolaty mouth several times. Sorry I didn’t get a picture.
