My poor little man. He LOVES Kinder Eggs.
What are those, you may ask? OH THEY ARE HEAVEN ENCASED IN CHOCOLATE, I may add.
They are brilliant itty bitty little toys that half of the world loves, the other half hates. The parents, we are a mixture of in-between.
There are YouTubes. Millions and millions of hits that have children seriously JUST UNWRAPPING the Kinder Egg and showing what is inside this chocolate delight.
It’s ridiculous…but yet guess what my children choose to watch when they get TV?
Yes. That’s right—The Kinder Egg kids and these ridiculous toys.
But my children love them…just like the kid next door. And they are FANTASTIC for bribery!
Yes, I proudly bribe my children and expect great results from said bribery 😉
Even my allergy kid LOVES these surprise eggs…He just has to get a little more creative when opening them.
Sometimes he smashes them open with a hammer.
Other times, he puts on latex gloves.
Once I wrapped his hands in tin foil.
Another time, plastic wrap.
We have taught him to break it open. Then he waits for us to move the chocolate, clean the table, and wipe down the plastic egg surprise container.
WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS???? You may ask.
Isn’t this a LOT of work?
Yes. It is. We do it because in this life he leads, it’s a small amount of time for my boy to be “just one of the guys!” Even though Just One of the Guys requires lots of prep and cleaning work.
But he is thrilled each time—even though he can’t eat the treat.
Today, however, he surprised me. I was cleaning the mess that was made (his sister went poopy on the potty, earning her and Maxie a kinder egg—see post here), when Maxwell stated, “Is chocolate what will kill me???”
I stopped and stared.
He got it.
He got that there are foods out there that will kill him.
That if he eats or ingests or even samples them, he very very very very well could die.
And I am not sure if at that moment I was okay, happy, relieved, or sad.
Maybe I was a mixture of ALL because it’s the reality of his world. But it’s not the reality of mine. Or his dad’s or his sisters or even his cousins.
My son could die if he simply ingests the wrong food.
And we live every moment of every day making sure that his food is safe so that he will live.
Boy—when I woke this morning, I had NO IDEA that a Kinder Egg would bring such perspective into my life.
Not just the annoying little plastic toy 😉