I’m not sure if this inci­dent high­lights my not so highly per­fec­ted set of paren­ting skiz-zles, or my ina­bi­lity to keep friendships alive… but I know there is a les­son to be lear­ned here somewhere.…

The scene: Hubby pulls out our mons­ter CostCo sized bag of M&M’s, giving BC and eClaire their own bowl.  Which just about knoc­ked them over with delight!  (Ama­zing what a bit of sugar depri­va­tion will do to my kids!!) And here’s the kicker…he lea­ves the bag, open and on the coun­ter.

Um hello!!?  Doesn’t my dear hunk-a-burning-love know that I lack the abi­lity to resist my M&M’s???

As I pass by this quickly deplea­ting bag for the THIRD time I casually say, “Um, Babe, don’t you think it’s a bit foo­lish to leave the huge bag of M&M’s OPEN and on the coun­ter?  It’s prac­ti­cally screa­ming EAT ME!”

Which prompts my WTF moment.

My dear boy, BC, turns to his new hero, Daddy, and says, “You don’t have to lis­ten to her, Daddy.  Just bump her to voicemail.”

Um, hello?  I am stan­ding right here!