It is recess time. I sit at my computer eating Crunch and Munch. I'm not happy that this huge can of Crunch and Munch is even in my house. I bought it to help support my sons' cub scout troop. After weeks of sitting unopened in my living room, I finally caved last night and exposed the sweet joy contained therein. I told my husband, after I consumed half the can, that he was to take it to work with him today.
He forgot. I forgot.
So far, three of the kids have tasted the Crunch and Munch. Pete likes it. Fritz refused to try it, and I had to practically force one tiny piece into his mouth. He continued to believe that it was yucky. This demonstrates to me why some people can persist in believing something despite all evidence pointing to the contrary. It's all mind over matter.
Jenny tried it after I used the word "candy" to describe it. She didn't like it.
Katie just walked in and tried it. She doesn't like it.
I called Billy in, and he likes it. If this child were not so bizarre in every other aspect of his personality, I would be thanking God that I had one normal child.
Unfortunately, I think I have none (it's way too early to make the call on Petey).
Time to end recess. Still a good quarter of the can left to eat after lunch...now I have to fight Billy for it.