There was an unexpected opportunity to cross off a 40x40 goal while at Peter Pan last week. I can be tight with sugar, yet both of my kids have a sweet tooth, which makes me feel like a hard-ass most of the time. My plan had been to take them to a candy shop, give them each $5 and let them spend it as they wished. However, I was kind of reluctant to do that because the nearby candy shop is pricey and I knew the $5 would not go far at all, which would cut into the fun. Plus, they'd have to keep weighing, adding a little, re-weighing and that's a buzz kill too.CityMama tipped us off that the Peter Pan concessions featured a $6 candy tub. It was a small Chinese food-style container that could be filled to the brim with candy, all for the flat $6 fee. Stefania held three modestly filled containers for her kids and a friend, but I knew my kids wouldn't settle for that. That's when I remembered the 40x40 goal, plunked down my $12 and let the kids go to town.
I helped Rocket, who picked a variety of candies, a little of this and that, while Kevin tried to guide Clover. When we walked out, I picked up both containers to carry into the theater. Clover's was easily double the weight of Rocket's. It felt like a brick. They were both filled to the top, but she must have pressed down with the metal scoop to compact the candy to make more room. Like trash day after a big party, when you're determined to get everything into the garbage can. I can't say I blame her.
Rocket fed himself a nonstop stream of candy, kind of like how one would eat movie popcorn, during the show, until I took the containers away to slow the kids down. I gave them back later and while Clover showed a lot of restraint, Rocket nearly finished his stash. This was all washed down with lemonade, of course. I was happy, the kids were ecstatic (and a little confused by this change in my attitude) and all was well.
Until 3 a.m. when we heard, "Mom? I threw up."