I think it's an evil plot to thwart my
stupid honest intentions to trim down this year.
Some well meaning, loving relative got all three boys lovely, large boxes of these deliciously wrapped, yummy galore candies.
Only...the boys don't like mint all that much.
Now, I applaud their kind and caring concern that the boyos have something treaty and chocolatey...but, um.
I've been eyeballing them all day.
Javi, the oldest, just saw this post and dug into the laundry basket pulling double duty as gift transport, and pulled his box out to take up to his room.
Thank you, God.
One down, two to go!