Spit It Out Mom!

The other day I was talking to the boys in Z Man’s room and he had a little bowl of jelly beans on his desk. As we were talking I reached over and picked out a  red jelly bean and started to eat it. Out of nowhere CaseyJ blurted “Mom! Mom! Spit it out, it’s not good!” In a mild panic (thinking oh my word what did they do to the jelly beans?) I picked up the little bowl and spit the half masticated jelly bean in it. Thereby making all the jelly beans now bad. After a moment to recover I asked why on earth the jelly bean was bad (at this point seriously concerned about what they had put on them). I had forgotten that CaseyJ had seen the movie HOP the day before and he told me “Mom, those jelly beans came from the Easter Bunny’s butt”. Oh, duh. I didn’t need the calories anyway.

The other day I was talking to the boys in Z Man’s room and he had a little bowl of jelly beans on his desk. As we were talking I reached over and picked out a  red jelly bean and started to eat it. Out of nowhere CaseyJ blurted “Mom! Mom! Spit it out, it’s not good!” In a mild panic (thinking oh my word what did they do to the jelly beans?) I picked up the little bowl and spit the half masticated jelly bean in it. Thereby making all the jelly beans now bad. After a moment to recover I asked why on earth the jelly bean was bad (at this point seriously concerned about what they had put on them). I had forgotten that CaseyJ had seen the movie HOP the day before and he told me “Mom, those jelly beans came from the Easter Bunny’s butt”. Oh, duh. I didn’t need the calories anyway.

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