Yesterday afternoon, I received a phone call at work from my oldest son.
"Mom?" he asked, "Can you bring some Skittles home with you tonight?".
I started to ask "why?" and then I remembered. "No problem" I replied. "Anything else?"
"No, that will do it", he sighed.
When I came home, I promptly pulled three packets of Skittles from my purse and tossed them on the kitchen table. The faces on all three boys lit up. Until I said, "These are just for Devon!". And then I had two pouting boys.
"No fair!" my middle son whined.
"Plenty fair!" I replied. " Tomorrow your brother gets braces and won't be able to eat these for the next year. At Halloween, he will be sharing the candy he can't eat with you. If and when you get braces, I'll do the same for you."
As I watched my eldest son gobble up his "last request", I tried not to think of the long and painful road ahead. For both of us.
His mouth and my pocketbook!
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