During our visit to Florida, we had a fantastic lunch at a Mennonite/Amish/Dutch restaurant. While I was browsing around the gift shop afterwards, Roger paid for our meal and bought each of the kids a candy stick. Then the girls ended up shopping with me, while the bored (male) half of our family headed out to the van. It wasn’t until we were all the way out to the van that Malin realized that she had set her candy stick down somewhere inside the store along with her really cool creation that she’d made out of her wikki stix. Just for the record… we’re talking about the bendable, sticky, crafty wikki stix toys – nothing containing marijuana or embalming fluid. (It’s amazing what you can learn when you google something for a correct spelling.)
Roger offered to take her back in the store to look for her candy and her craft. He came back after a few minutes with a sad little girl, and she climbed into the back of the van. She broke the sad news to her sister, and Avery happily said, “Well, at least I still have mine.” (I’m in the front seat thinking, “That’s kind of a mean thing to say…”) until she followed it up with: “…so you can share with me!” So sweet.
And, apparently… predictable. As Roger and Malin were walking out of the restaurant, she had said to him, “Well, Avery still has her candy, and if I know one thing, it’s that Avery will share with me!”