Treat Face

I knew one of the hardest parts about being a parent was going to be when O did something bad, that was at the same time hilarious, and trying to keep a straight face. Boy was I right. A few nights ago at dinner, O had some carrots. They were cut up in small pieces. I would love to know the thought process pulsing through his little brain that told him that pressing on the carrots with one finger as hard as he could would result in sheer comedy. I just sat there looking at him, like what is this little crazy doing? One finger pressed on to the carrot, so hard he was straining a bit. And then...a little carrot bullet shot across the table grazing my nose. He looked so startled, and after a moment of thinking decided, yeah, that was awesome! So he did it again twice more as I sat there shaking and sweating, trying not to crack a smile. But then, a few nights later, it was almost too much to bear. O has severe food allergies which two of my now three readers (holla jen m!) already know. I had found a recipe for a special treat that I knew he would devour. Since he can't have peanut butter, I found a recipe to make soy nut butter cups, complete with a layer of approved chocolate on top. I could see it in my head, he would love every minute of eating it and then be up for the next three days because of the sugar. But he's a kid and while I don't always indulge him, I had really been looking forward to making these. So, I made them and told him that once he ate all his dinner, he could have a treat. While finishing the green beans proved to be no easy task after a promise like this, he ate most of them and so I dutifully got up and broke off a piece of the soy nut butter cup. He took his first bite and you could tell he was in sugar ecstasy. I sat there are all warm and fuzzy knowing that at that moment, he liked me better then his dad. But after a few minutes I think the sugar started to kick in. He took the treat and put the chocolate side down on his face right between his eyes, and pushed it up his forehead and on to the top of his head leaving a chocolatey stripe in its wake. I looked at brian who was sitting across from me and had to put my head in my hands to keep from laughing or even letting O see my smile. And then he had it just sitting on his head, laughing maniacally (If you haven't seen this laugh, you all need to. It is crazy, and wonky eyed, and hysterical). Brian jumped up from the table and I think he's doing it so that O won't see him laughing. but he came back a moment later with the camera. You won't see a photo of him on this post though because at the moment, we can't download any photos to our computer. So check back often. I managed to tell him in a firm, but shaky voice that our food doesn't go on our head and eventually he took it down. While I cleaned up from one of the funniest meals ever, Brian took him in to give him a bath and showed him his face in the mirror. More maniacal laughing ensued. When the bath was over, O came out wrapped in a towel and chanted treat face, treat face! I love that kid!