I smell Twizzlas

Last night was rough. The kids did not want to go to sleep and I was feeling exhausted from the a/c-free night the night before.

The girl wanted me to sleep with her since the "air conditioning is kinda freaking me out". The boy wanted to read about 300 books. My one and only, just in from the airport, just wanted to get the kids to bed and relax.

I offered up a plan, that seemed like a good idea at the time. At least it kept me out of the immediate equation. The boy could sleep in his sister's room. This freed me from staying with her. Books were no longer of interest to the boy, if he could sleep in his sister's room. My one and only could leave the three-foot stack of books behind and "veg" for awhile.

I could retire to the family room to watch one of the ten "Jon and Kate plus 8" episodes stacking up on our TIVO. No sooner did I sit down in the chair...remote in one hand...twizzlers in the other. I hear footsteps down the stairs. Instinctively, I shove the twizzlers behind my back and stop chewing. Next the boy rounds the corner...all smiles. "Hi" he says "I smell Twizzlas" (there are few Rs in his vocab these days).

Are you kidding me? He could smell them from across the room? Is it really possible? Well he approached me (led by his ultra sensitive nose, I guess) pushed me aside and exposed the Twizzler bag. I relented and gave them each one and sent them back to bed. Yes, without brushing their teeth.

In the end, I had to return them to their own rooms and put them BOTH to bed.