Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Candy Man

Day 176

I turn and see F. uncurl his fingers and drop several small, foil-wrapped kisses into his friend’s hand.  Hold the phone.  “F?  Are you giving away candy?” 

The boys are dismantling plastic eggs from the morning’s egg hunt and categorizing their loot.  Stacked piles of taffy, tootsie rolls and gum lay precariously in each of their laps.   

“But Sam likes them more than me,” explains the boy I’ve seen pick up candy from the ground and eat it.

“OK, well.”  I’m tough-tied as what to say.  “That was really….kind.”    

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