Day One: They want candy for breakfast.
You think about the consequences of either decision. After all, you don’t really know if you believe that Red Dye #40 is bad for you. Besides, it IS their candy.
And for the most part, the day is the same as any other day. But then Day Two rolls around.
You think about it. The candy IS still theirs, and yesterday WAS fine. So, sure, more candy!
And again, everybody is mostly fine. They seem to be a little sticky, and sure, they might have a slight discoloration around the mouth, but really, where’s the harm in that?
But then you get to day three.
The third days is filled with much crying and sobbing and whining and punching. All in the name of candy.
Then the fourth day rolls around, and they don’t even bother to ask about candy for breakfast….
You suspect something is up. But you don’t know for sure.
MEANWHILE…. they have a bright idea.
You CATCH them sneaking candy, and stop counting wrappers when you get to 100.
Not even 10 minutes later, they’re at it again.
Unbelievable.
You distract them with games and toys and FRIENDS! OUTSIDE! LOOK! OUT THE WINDOW!
But sure enough, they sneak back into the kitchen.
That’s when you lose it.
Incidentally, that’s the same exact moment that your trophy arrives.
Then you remind yourself that it IS only once a year….
And you resign yourself to the fact that you’ll never win.
And that’s okay.
The End.
