The Big Giraffe and I always give each other chocolate for Valentine's Day. When I did Weight Watchers I remember the leader describing alternative gifts for Valentine's Day. Sure those sounded great. Who wouldn't like flowers or a new book? To me though, Valentine's Day is about one gift: chocolate. Now move over lady so I can make a beeline to get home and eat some.
Not too far from us is a candy mansion. It's basically a very large home, aka mansion, where they make and sell chocolate. What can I say except that Massachusetts is the land of petting zoos with zero depth pools and Dunkin Donuts practically every five feet. The Big Giraffe and I have always liked the candy mansion, not only because we love chocolate but because we find the idea of a mansion filled with chocolate pretty cool or perhaps I should say wicked cool. There was some saga where the owners got divorced and the quality of the candy seems to have gone down, but we still like going there.
On Friday I took the boys there once I gave up on my younger son (YS) taking a nap. After having a talk with the boys about how we were going to buy Daddy candy and no, they couldn't get something for themselves we headed out to the candy mansion. They whined the whole way about the injustice of being denied candy. When we got there, we carefully investigated all the choices. I carefully watched YS who seemed to be developing an early tendency towards kleptomania. Not suprisingly this oversight caused a great deal of squawking from both YS and me. Thus when YS started shrieking about Daddy I assumed it was round 504 of "Why does Daddy get candy and we don't". I turned around to see the Big Giraffe standing right there. Apparently he left work early to buy the boys and me candy. What can I say except that great minds think alike? And procrastinate alike. Since we both waited so long they only had little boxes, big boxes and giant boxes of candy. No medium sized ones were left, so we got one big box of candy and split it.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: A cry for Daddy may sometimes be a cry of recognition rather than a cry of jealous outrage.Labels: Food (Solid), Holidays, Humor (at least Attempted) |
That's wicked awesome. You definitely know you're meant for each other!