“Those candy canes look so booty-ful mommy,” said 4-year-old Kaleb with a dreamy gaze. I chuckled as I watched his glimmering eyes stare adoringly at our tree decorated with those shiny red and white striped treats my husband, Kenya, brought home. From the moment the candy canes were hung, I think Kaleb subconsciously set a goal for himself—to eat every single one. So, in an effort to convince his dear mother to continue giving him permission to unhook those peppermint delights from the tree branches, my little tyke constantly interjected candy canes into our conversation in any way he could. In fact, he’s still doing it, although more than half of them are gone now. “Uh, do you like pepp-o-mint candy canes too mommy?” he queries with a big innocent smile on his face. Isn’t it always funny to see...
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