I jinxed myself the other night.
I was telling my husband that even though our kids can be difficult at times, they are trustworthy. They always ask before they can do just about anything.
Or so we thought.
Then, not 24 hours after making that observation, I was changing the sheets in Adam’s loft bed and uncovered a stash.
I should have been suspicious when he said earlier in the day that he could make the bed. He never offers to do chores.
But he didn’t get around to it, so I was up in the loft changing sheets and looking for lost sox (I found seven) when I noticed a candy wrapper in the cubby next to the bed. When I moved a stuffed animal, I found more wrappers. And the more I dug under his stuff, the more I found.
I couldn’t believe it. Adam had apparently been sneaking candy for months. And it wasn’t just candy. There were empty single serving Pringles containers, empty cheese cracker packages, even Cliff bar wrappers (which I didn’t even think he liked!)
I was half horrified and half amused as I looked at the pile of trash I excavated.
My son, who can’t stand breaking a single rule (he doesn’t even like it when I speed), had been sneaking snacks.
Who knew he had it in him?
When he got home, I showed him the gallon Ziplock bag I had filled with wrappers from his bed. He instantly knew what it was and caved under the guilt.
“I’m so sorry,” he kept repeating.
I gave him a stern lecture that included words like “trust” and “obedience.” I told him I was shocked that he would go behind our back. And while I was appalled at what he did, I had a hard time not busting out laughing. Because it’s so little boy. So typical. So something my husband admitted he would have done.
His biggest downfall, my husband pointed out, was not getting rid of the evidence.
I’ve since cleared out the excess candy in the house (dating back to Halloween) and sent it to work with Chris. There should be less temptation to sneak if there’s no candy laying around – or at least not so much that we don’t notice it’s disappearing.
And while I’ve gotten a good chuckle out of the great candy heist, I’m thinking about how this might play out down the road.
When what I find stashed in his room is a little more serious than a mound of candy wrappers.
FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 13, Lilly, 11, Adam, 11, and Jonah, 7.
Photo by Dawn Kearney