Greasy Cups

Anthony and I came to an understanding this year and we decided against his coaching softball again.  But we still know a lot of the girls well and like to get out and see some of their home games.  Our local grocery store sent over some Reese's Cups to hand out to the girls after the a home game this past week.  There were a bunch left over so they gave one to Anthony and one to my son.  Anthony ate his immediately.  They are by far his favorite candy bar.  My son, on the other hand, was busy helping his uncle Marcus rake the field, so we told him he could have his later.

Two days later after dinner, Anthony was raiding the kids remaining Easter candy trying to score some goodies.  He didn't find anything that he liked, but noticed that we hadn't given our son his Reese's cups yet.  So Anthony said to our son, "Do you want to split this with me?", holding the Reese's cup in the air for our son to see.  Our son nodded his head and sat their with a big smile on his face in anticipation of the peanut-butter-chocolaty goodness coming his way. 

I couldn't help but laugh at Anthony and his cleverness, remembering only a day earlier Anthony laughing at me for biting those Whopper Robin eggs in half and giving one half to our daughter while I ate the other.  In my defense, she can't bite into a whole one without a reasonable risk of choking, but can handle half of one just fine.  So if I'm going to bite them in half for her, I may as well eat one of the halves...just sayin'...

Anthony gave our son one of the Reese's cups out of the package and then set the other one in front of himself.  Then he said, "One for you, and one for daddy."

Our son sat their for a moment, in deep thought, and then said, "No, they are both mine.  They gave me that whole thing (pointing to the wrapper) and there are two in there so I should have two."

Anthony said, "But don't you want to share with daddy?"

Our son said no matter of factly and then waited for Anthony to fork over the other Reese's cup. 

Anthony and I got to talking about how smart he is and about how good his memory is.  We couldn't have been talking for more than 30-45 seconds when we looked back and saw that both Reese's cups were gone.  He must have inhaled them.

Then Anthony said, "You didn't even save the last bite for Daddy?".  Our son shook his head no as he sat there and licked every last bit of chocolate of his fingers.

When he was done he yelled, "More greasy cups, more greasy cups!".

We both laughed.  This is not the first time he has referred to them as "greasy cups".  We tried to get him to say it the right way, but to no avail. 

You know, they would be a lot less tempting if they were called "Greasy Cups"!

Sincerely,
The-M-O-M