I wonder exactly how long I will get away with telling my toddler (who is fascinated by both the bulge of my cheek and the butterscotch-y scent wafting from my mouth as I tie his shoes) that Mama is merely sucking on some medicine, and when he shouts, Want some med-sin, too, Mama! I have some, too?, how long I'll actually get away with wrinkling up my nose and pursing my lips and saying, It's yucky!
I hope at least till the candy bowl is empty.
(Never fear. Little Man gets his share of candy- all my children do. Sometimes, though, Mama needs to pop a piece in secret to sweeten the next few moments... you understand, don't you?)