Okay... telling on the 3 year old again.
After supper, she wanted a candy for dessert out of the Hallowe'en bucket. (Yes we still have some, we hide the bucket so the kids forget about it.) She picks a roll of Sweet Tarts out. I'm not going to let the kid eat the whole roll of compressed sugar goodness, so I say she can have five of them.
She promptly (while looking me in the eye!) grabs five candies one-by-one- and stuffs them in her mouth. I take the roll away and twist the end to close it again. She holds out her hand and says: "No mommy! I wanna do it!" So I hand her back the roll.
All eyes are on her as she slowly works out how to untwist the plastic on one end, her still chubby baby fingers working at it industriously. As soon as the final twist is out and the plastic edges open from around the candies, one of her fingers sneaks in at lightening speed, snags a candy and shoves it into her mouth.
My mom, dad, husband and I burst out laughing. "Bean!" I say admonishingly. "You were not allowed to have another candy!" My husband says to me: "It might carry more weight if you weren't laughing while you said that."