Yesterday my oldest daughter attended a birthday party for a friend from church who was turning 4. Normally one of us will stay with her at birthday parties because three year olds aren’t exactly reliable in their behaviour. But because of the new baby I was in no position to be going to a birthday party - honestly, one of my first thoughts was “What would I wear??”. My husband had already made plans to go chop firewood with a man from church, so he wasn’t available either. I rang the mother of the little girl and asked if it would be okay for us to drop her off, instead of staying with her. As she regularly goes to play at her friend’s house, it wasn’t a problem.
She came home a few hours later, hyped up and covered in remnants of jello. A good time was had by all. Not only was she given sugar at the party (and I’m not surprised by that at all) but she was given a goodie bag to take home which contained several pieces of candy to be consumed at a later time, hopefully determined by her parents. Of course she wanted to eat it straight away and I convinced her that she could wait until after nap time.
After nap time came and the first thing out of her mouth when got off her bed was “My special treats!!” She ate a little cupcake and a piece of chocolate and what I call smarties, but here they’re called smokies. She still had a lollipop and a piece of chocolate left and she independently decided to save them for today.
Just now, she ate her piece of chocolate and lollipop. Her sister was very upset that she didn’t get to have any and she grabbed the lollipop (by the sucker part of course) and broke it off the stick, much to the frustration of her sister. There was much screaming and gnashing of teeth. My husband realised that both of the girls now had very sticky hands, the kind of sticky that you have nightmares about. He quickly responded by saying “Hands in the air! Don’t touch anything!” So we had two little girls with yellow sticky on their hands, waving them in the air. The youngest thought it was a bit of a game and I’m surprised she didn’t start dancing, which is usually what she does with her hands in the air.
We put the oldest on a chair and instructed her not to touch anything - NOTHING. I saw her about to rest her hand on the chair and I yelled NO! She was a bit alarmed.
We got them both cleaned up and no furniture was harmed.