As I went to toss out what I thought was an empty Nerds box left on our foot rest/ottoman/coffee table, I discovered that the little box was not empty at all. I pulled out the contents, at first thinking that there were maybe some clumped-up Nerds left to be eaten (after all, they did come from my sister's leftover Halloween stash), but soon realized that hidden inside the closed-up little box of apple-watermelon Nerds were three inconspicuously-folded candy wrappers (two chocolate squares and one Almond Joy).
Of course, there's nothing wrong with Gui eating all the candy he wants (except for maybe our dentist bill), but this comes after I kind of, sort of made him feel bad for eating one of the prized chocolate-covered Peeps I brought back for the Ks to try. (Now, they'll just have to share one smushed, chocolate-covered Peep between themselves - which, I have a feeling Katia might be fine with). I didn't mean to guilt-trip him when I told him that he ate someone else's Peep, but I guess he must have felt bad about it enough to want to hide anymore evidence of his indulgences.
Since I've been back, we (but mostly Gui) have polished off a large bag of almond M&Ms, all 5 or 6 boxes of Nerds, half a pack of 3 Musketeers and a bag of Ghiradelli raspberry-filled squares. To say that Gui has a sweet-tooth is an understatement, but I have to admit that my crazy Target sprees contribute. Maybe it's just because I know how his big, blue eyes will be all a-glimmer when I reveal my stash of sweets that's the real reason I bring so much back with me. Does that make me a good wife? Or am I just your run-of-the-mill sweets pusher?