Shar bought Advent calendars this year for the kids. They’re the simple kind with 24 perforated doors on a paper top covering little pieces of chocolate (as opposed to the high-dollar wooden kind you have to stuff yourself, which are for empty nesters who have time but ironically no children with whom to share their perfect Southern Living treasures).
The kids have been enjoying the interminable countdown to Christmas, just like I did as a kid, with a little daily treat. Except, on cue, our 2 year old Joslyn quietly disappeared the other day to devour as many as she could pry open before she was discovered.
Her punishment? For the 5-6 days corresponding to pre-consumed chocolates, she has had to suffer while the other two chow down. The wailing and carrying on has me almost, I say almost, convinced she’s not aware of the connection between her thievery and her deprivation. (Two year olds! Ha! No match for toddlerdaddy.)
