So anyway, Doc picked up a big bag of skittles, of course, because they're "really good" and was going to share them with the kids as a little treat here and there. At some point they (the skittles, not the kids) disappeared. I didn't notice they were gone until Friday night when we had friends over for dinner. The kids were playing downstairs when SG started screaming bloody murder. I ran to the stairs and saw him holding his mouth, coming up the stairs, bawling, with red stuff (which I assumed was blood) streaming between his fingers and down his arm (all while dressed as Yoda). My friend went downstairs to find out what happened from the other kids and I quickly scooped him up, grabbed a washcloth and asked him what happened. He told me he bumped into his little friend and hit his mouth. And as he was talking, I noticed he had something in his mouth. "What are you eating?," I asked. "Skit-tels. They're really good." he said with a grin. Then it dawned on me that that was not blood coming out of his mouth but red skittle slobber. He didn't have any injuries. Just slobber.
Turns out, Bub was hungry the night before and had discovered the bag. He took it in his room and had eaten a few. He kind of forgot about them until his friends were over and being the consummate host that he is, he decided to share with his brother and little friend. They downed the WHOLE bag.
But, on the upside, as Doc's friend pointed out, at least there was ONLY 20% more in the bag!
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LOL! Oh, my! I think you have two little culprits on your hands now! Bub is training SG well. ;-) He...he...funny stuff!
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