So, it's Sunday night. The kids just got home from church. I stayed home because I have a miserable cough and I felt that this was one of those things better kept selfishly to myself rather than shared among friends. Anyway, everyone was helping themselves to something for a light dinner. The younger ones asked to have bagels. I was working on a project so asked them to leave the bagels out so I could make one later and I went off to the school room to finish working.
A few minutes later, Jack called to me and asked if I wanted cream cheese on my bagel. I told him not to bother, I would do it. But, them I realized that he had already toasted it. So, I answered that I would like cream cheese. Just a few seconds later I heard Jack say, "Bella, can I use some of your jelly beans?"
Ummmm, guys, I don't want jelly beans on my bagel! Guys? Hey...no jelly beans. Do you guys hear me?"
A few minutes later, they came marching in singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, candle glowing, and presented me with this:
It was described to me as such:
"Presenting one cream cheese bagel complete with jelly beans, stale carmel corn, and a lollipop for later. Accompanied by a cold coke with candy cane and plastic straw. Sorry mom, we didn't have any really neat crazy straws but we did take the paper off the plastic one!"Thanks guys. For the record, I ate the bagel and the jelly beans and gave the popcorn to the dog. I'll slip the lollipop and candy cane back into the pantry later. Oh yeah, and I drank the cola. This giving up cola is proving to be harder than I thought.

















