I came downstairs the other morning to find both girls curled up on the couch playing a game on their tablet. The younger one didn't even spare me a glance. The older one (recently turned 6) saw me and immediately got this woebegone look on her face. Her eyes grew glassy with tears and she tremulously said: "Mummy, we accidentally ate some of the jelly beans. We were just soooo hungry!"
"You accidentally ate them, huh?" I asked casually.
"Yes," she replied, with a slight sniffle. "And some of them were really yucky."
"The red ones, right?" I asked.
"Yeah!" She said emphatically, waving her hand in front of her mouth as if fanning her tongue.
Yes, I left the jelly beans out on the table, and they really shouldn't've been eating jelly beans at 6 in the morning.... but I don't know what reaction she expected from me. I'm not the type of parent who hits, or yells about spilled things. For some reason, she thought some horrible wrath was going to hit her for eating jelly beans. In my opinion, getting the extra hot cinnamon jelly beans was punishment enough.
Off topic: Jelly Belly should really come up with another color for cinnamon to completely differentiate it from cherry.