When I’m driving long distances, I usually like to have some sort of snack. It’s not because I’m hungry. And it’s not even that it does a particularly good job of keeping me awake. Mostly, it just gives me something to do. I find driving to be insanely boring.
As a result, when we stopped recently on a long road trip, I picked up a roll of SweetTarts, anticipating my turn at the wheel. SweetTarts and Junior Mints are some of my favorite choices because they taste really good yet don’t give me quite the calorie punch of the other gas station choices.
After we had been driving for awhile, as dark descended and the children were told to quiet down for sleep, I quietly asked my husband for them. He dug around at his feet and then passed them over to me.
A little voice immediately piped up in the back, “Daddy? What did you just give Mommy?”
“Something that she eats to help stay awake,” he responded.
I soon opened them and ate one. I placed the roll in the door handle, which was visible to Hal, who sits directly behind the driver.
“That’s candy, Daddy. Did you give Mommy candy?”
“Yes, I did, Hal. Now go to sleep.”
A few minutes of silence followed until he spoke up again. “But candy is bad for you. Why did you give her candy?”
“Because that’s what she wanted, Hal. When you are a grown-up, you get to make your own bad choices.”
The next day, we returned to the road for the final leg of our journey home. About halfway into my turn at the wheel, I quietly unwrapped the SweetTarts roll and ate one.
From the back, “What’s that smell?”
“I farted,” quipped my husband. “Does it smell sweet?”
“It smells like candy” was Hal’s rather suspicious reply.
“Do SweetTarts really smell that strong?” I whispered.
“He’s a four year old boy. He can probably smell candy from forever away.”