Yesterday I gave each of the boys a small heart-shaped box of chocolates along with a small toy and card.
Then I made waffles (which is dangerous shit, no one can convince me otherwise) and as I was doing that, little kid walked up and said, "Mumum, I needa talk to you," and wiggled his finger for me to come down to his level. I crouched down so we were face to face.
"Now mumum, I don't want you eatin' my chocawits when I go to bed at nights, mmkay?"
"I wouldn't do that, little kid! And anyway, you share with your mama!!"
"No, not chocawits and you do do it, mumum."
I do eat their candy on occasion...and it's my right as a mother, dammit.
I wasn't going to this time though.