On Saturday, we went to my parents for Easter dinner, since Jen and the kiddies will be out of state for Easter. The kids got clothes, snacks, and Brendan got a couple pieces of candy. After getting home, Brendan took his candy and put it in Jen's "community" candy dish. Now that I look back I remember him distinctly saying that he was going to put it there. But, along comes Sunday, and I didn't remember that little fact, and I saw something good in the candy dish, so I ate it. About an hour later, I realized it was a one of a kind in the candy dish, and only then did it sink in that it was Brendan's candy. Okay, now I felt bad.
Hang with me, this story does have a point. So, Monday at work, I went across the street to Target to get Brendan a replacement piece of candy. Mission accomplished.
I got home from work Monday, and I broke the news to bunky. I told him "Do you remember when you put your candy in momma's dish?" He said yeah. I told him that I feel really bad, because I forgot it was his, and I ate it. Before I could tell him that I got him some to replace it, he told me "That's okay daddy. I share my candy with you!" Of course I told him I got him more, but I just can't explain how surprised and happy I was. He is a good little guy.