“What’s that?” asked Sydney, pointing at the kitchen counter.
I turned around to see she was looking at my Zingerman’s candy bar that Chad had given me for my birthday. It had melted in my purse a few days ago, but had hardened back up in the frigid weather. I had taken it out of the wrapper and placed it on the counter to see if it was edible.
“What’s that?” she asked again.
“Uh,” I stalled. I didn’t want her to eat a candy bar. It was time for bed and she had just brushed her teeth.
“Poop” I replied. Well, it looked like poop. And I didn’t want a meltdown about eating a candy bar!
“Can I see it?” Sydney inquired.
“Uh, I guess.” I held it down where she could see it.
Great. I lied to my child.
On the positive side, she did seemed satisfied it was poop and I did avoid either a meltdown or cavities!
