a peek inside the fishbowl

A candy store opened up in Westboro Village. We love it, and what’s more, it fits into my diet perfectly. Going for a walk to get sweets and eating them on the way home …  that’s my idea of fun.

Emma, Sarah and I walked down the other night. The girls brought their allowance. Sarah picked out a salty square of caramel for Mark and a Charleston Chew for herself. Emma chose a slim box of Gobstoppers. She gave some to her sister.

They were thrilled.  

On the way home they insisted on showing me their saliva-covered/wet gobstoppers EVERY TEN SECONDS. Seriously. After the first five or six times I informed them that I wasn’t keen on observing anything in their mouths – no matter how orange or red or yellow. If they wanted to compare gobstoppers, well, they had each other. (What are sisters for anyway?) Emma declared it the coolest candy ever, just like something Willy Wonka would dream up.

p.s. the girls and I have gone for an overnight camping and will be back tomorrow. Later skaters! 

“So I guess we have another published writer in the house!” exclaimed Mark.
“Um, I’d rather be an astronaut,” replied Sarah.

So droll that kid.

Grab your (July 8th) copy of the Ottawa Citizen and flip to the back page (D6). Sarah had something published! Will scan it tomorrow.

We’re at the breakfast table. Sarah is reading the back of the cereal box.

“Mum! Can we take this challenge?”
“What’s that honey?”
“The All-Bran two week challenge. We can make FIBRE OUR FRIEND!”