On Tuesday at 6:30 a.m. I was in my usual spot on the couch, typing away on my laptop.
Seventeen-year-old J, who was getting ready for school and had been in the kitchen just a moment before–presumably eating his breakfast–entered the room.
I looked up as he walked towards me, and noticed the huge grin on his face. He said, “You will NEVER guess what I found!”
Without allowing me even a second to give it a shot, he held his hand out to me. In his palm were two Hershey’s Eggs. Easter candy. It’s like gold around here.
He sat on the couch next to me and scooted over so he could whisper in my ear. “I found an opened bag of Hershey’s Eggs AND a brand new bag of Reeses’ Eggs on the very top shelf of the kitchen cabinet to the left of the stove!!!!” He was so excited.
I was not. He had found my secret stash.
Still, I smiled as I faked surprise. I whispered back. “Wow! Who do you think hid that candy up there?”
“Dad!” he said.
“A-ha!” I said, “You found his stash! Don’t. Say. A. Word. It’ll be our secret.”
J nodded knowingly and may have even winked as he tossed a few more chocolate eggs into his mouth and said goodbye before walking out the door for school.
Note to self: find a new hiding place for the candy.