“Oh no! Mommy! Oh no! Oh NO! Mommy!!!”
I was driving home from daycare after picking Peanut up on Thursday before Easter weekend. Apparently the kids must have had some kind of an Easter egg hunt at their school because my two year old was possessively holding on to a small brown bag with 4 pieces of candy in it (she counted). It was a challenge to even get her in the car seat without letting her tiny little grip release from the brown bag containing her hard-earned candy (something she almost never gets at home), much less ask her to put them down for 3 seconds while mommy buckles her in.
After some covert moves on my part I finally had her in the car seat and buckled in tight without ever removing this precious paper bag from her little hands. All the while Peanut continuously checked the bag and inventoried all her candy. Every 30 or so seconds I would hear, “one….two…..thee….foh…” as she counted that all 4 pieces were intact. I giggled a bit to myself.
We continually talked about the candy and how she could only have the chocolates after dinner and she may not remove them from her bag while she is in the car seat (I’m terrified of her chocking in the back seat without being able to help her).
On our way home (it’s about a 5 minute drive) I heard a sudden panic in Peanut’s voice.
“Oh no! Oh No!!! Mommy! Mommy! Oh no!!!”
I pulled in to the driveway and turned around to make sure that nothing happened.
Apparently Peanut’s bag had folded in half and when she went to take inventory of her candy, she couldn’t see a single piece. I tried my hardest not to laugh (didn’t work) while I straightened her bag to show her that all her candy was still there. The relief and smile that followed made me laugh even harder.