Glutton for punishment

Sunday morning, when we arrived at church, this tempting sight was sitting at the table by the coat racks:

TJ had a hunch the bowl of candy belonged to Miss Cookie, so he promptly found her and asked if she was sharing her candies.  Of course she was!  TJ grabbed a candy out of the bowl and tucked it in his pocket when I asked him to wait until we got to our seat to eat it.  Sam shook his head when I asked him if he wanted one (Don't look so surprised.  I've mentioned once or twice before that he is unusual).  Nolan was nearly giddy at the thought of candy at 9 a.m.  Of course he wanted one.

As soon as we got upstairs, both TJ and Nolan popped the nougat-y goodness in their mouths.  Mere seconds later, Nolan had green drool running down his chin and on to his Sunday sweater.  "Too hot!  Too hot!"  He was whispering in a frantic shriek, if that's possible.  Brianna (who sits in the pew behind us) handed me a Kleenex so I could mop the drool off Nolan's sweater.  Then TJ took Nolan down to get a drink so the hotness would go away.

I actually was pretty relieved that we got through that crisis as quickly as we did.  Nolan wasn't loud enough to distract anyone else in the balcony, he didn't cry, and he allowed TJ to bring him to the drinking fountain.  I just told Nolan he probably shouldn't eat those candies anymore (which is fine because then there will be more for me).

As we were leaving church after Sunday School, Miss Cookie's grandson Drew, was passing the candies out to kids as they put their coats on.  I mentioned to him that Nolan didn't like them, so he didn't need to share with Nolan.  But Nolan, that little turkey, took one anyway and ate it in the car.  Thankfully, this time there was no shrieking or green drool.

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