On Sunday my children got orange Tic-Tacs for saying their Bible verse.

They think those rattling boxes are da bomb, way cool, awesome, etc. Definitely better than sliced bread. They are downright fascinated. I never realized that I had so isolated them from this important cultural candy.

Before we were even out the church doors they asked me if they could have one. One Tic-Tac? Sure.

Every 3 minutes after that, except for the blessed Sunday nap time, they were asking if they could eat another one!

As soon as my 3 yo daughter got up from her nap she wanted to know if she could eat her Kit-Kats. I was confused – we don’t have those in the house right now.
“It’s Kit-Tacs,” my 5yo replies.
“Oh! Your Tic-Tacs.”
“Mrs. Teacher said Kit-Tacs,” insisted the 3 yo.
“I don’t think so.”

[This is the same girl who kept asking to eat an air mattress all week. I split the last Airhead 3 ways on Friday.]

“Look at this Mommy!” My 5 yo proudly showed me how he can open the box using only one hand. Oh, we are a talented lot here.

They both hand the candies to their 2yo sister like they’re giving carrots to a horse. “Can I give her one?” “Can I give her one of mine, too?” She doesn’t care; just shoves them in and puts her hand back out.

While I was brushing my teeth my daughter showed me a white pill-like object in her palm. My heart beat rapidly until she said, “Look, they turn white!” Then she popped the half eaten Tic-Tac back in her mouth.

So, thank you Mrs. Junior Church Teacher. [That's said sarcastically in case you didn't catch it.] You know who you are!