Too often, I allow my hurry (or my exhaustion) to keep me from really enjoying my time with the Sprouts. They are young (and annoying) right now, but they won't be forever. The days will fly by, turning into weeks and years while I am busy taking care of other things, and before I know it they will be grown and gone.
Today, a chance comment while out with Grandpa revealed that Little Sprout had never had Ants on a Log. Oh, the horror! To live your whole life ~ all five years of it ~ and never taste that marvelous childhood treat is just.... awful. As a mother, I could not let the situation continue. So....
On the way home, we swung by the grocery store. I gave Little Sprout some money, and she bought her very own package of raisins. Then we hurried back to Barefoot Manor, and I let her have at it.
It was a blast! She ended up with peanut butter all over her hands, face, and hair. She sang while she worked (I didn't recognize the song). She licked peanut butter off her fingers, then stuck them back on the celery and raisins with no concern that mommy might want just one without the slobber.
I loved it. And so did she.