“Mom, that is old person candy,” proclaimed Cody as I was happily showing off my latest addition to our dining room – a candy dish.
In an effort to create a clutter-free space, I had reorganized some furniture, in the process reclaiming my mom’s old sewing machine table. I thoughtfully placed a couple items together and stepped back to admire my work.
It was while at the grocery store with the boys later that day that I realized what was missing, a candy dish. (If I am being full on honest, it wasn’t the dish so much that I wanted, but the candy.) Carter was hemming and hawing in the candy aisle of Safeway eager to spend his money when I saw them, Werther’s Original hard candy. It had been a long time since I had one and I needed an excuse to buy them. A candy dish was a rather lovely excuse.
So, back to the old person comment. Apparently Cody was disgusted with my candy choice, much preferring the dark chocolate Doves his Farmor (Swedish for father’s mother) keeps at her house in a kid accessible candy dish. He even went so far as to say that I was old but his Farmor was not, simply based upon our candy choice.
It may be old person candy in his eyes, but at least I am not acting the part of the little old lady offering up pocket-warmed, foil wrapped, hard candy to any and all children who enter our house.
And, I will not be caught dead uttering such craze as this:
Really, Julia B.? Really?