As soon as he got home from school, Weston went directly upstairs, grabbed his Halloween candy and plopped himself down in front of the TV in my bedroom.
After some time I realized it was so peaceful in the house and coincidentally, I hadn't seen Weston since he hopped out of the car.
I climbed the stairs and heard the sound of mindless cartoons coming from my room. I walked in to see him in smack in the middle of a candy smorgasbord. Wrappers, sticks, and errant candy surrounded the boy.
"What in the world are you doing up here....shoveling in candy and watching gross cartoons?" I asked.
He unwrapped another candy, flung the wrapper and shoved the treat in his mouth.
Lazily he asked a question back, "Am I gonna get fat?"
It was ever so apparent that he could care the less about calories or cavities. He was in 6 year old bliss.
So, as the responsible mother that I am, I sprawled on the floor next to him and ate a Reese's peanut butter cup.