bliss

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.