Monday, February 18, 2013

If Only Tests Registered Spunk



 The boys enjoyed seeing the Creation Museum outside of Cincinnati.

 We followed up the museum visit with a trip to Jungle Jim's ginormous grocery store.  The boys adored perusing the mammoth candy section.
Bummer this picture isn't any better!   Spent the night and President's Day with Uncle Matt, Aunt Heather, and cousins.

This week, Cooper's school sent us his achievement and intelligent test results.  It was interesting perusing the data and gathering more information on our son.  The tests were thorough, providing ample detail about his math skills and reading abilities.  Although the report was extremely comprehensive, the tests failed to capture the essence of Cooper.

The tests didn't measure Cooper's spunk, grit, and resolution.  If they did, I'm sure he'd register off the charts.

Cooper is determined and lives by one strong motto: "If there's a will, there's a way."

Ever since Valentine's Day, he's had one thought dominate his every waking hour: Valentine's candy.  He knows the Wood family rule: boys may select one piece of candy after eating a complete dinner.  Yet, he seems to think rules are to be followed by other people and not someone as charming and stealthy as him.  And so I catch him in the most precarious positions with a surprised look on his face and a fistful of lollipops behind his back.

Tonight was one of those moments.  Just minutes after tucking him into bed, he waltzed down the steps clutching his belly.  He moaned as he grumbled about his hunger pains.  I took one look at my pathetic son and insisted he get a little something to tide him over until the morning.  I suggested an apple sauce and he quickly agreed.

I heard him tinkering around in the pantry and watched him walk out clutching a small container of apple sauce. He sat at the table and scooped a few bites into his mouth.  One missed his mouth and dribbled onto his pajama top.  He sighed and lifted his shirt up to clean off the spot.

That's when I noticed it....a pack of sweethearts tucked into his pajamas pants.  (It reminded me of those inmates you see on TV smuggling in a pack of cigarettes!)

Busted.

Cooper's feigned hunger was a decoy and provided him access to the Valentine's candy. 

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  Do I really have to give Cooper a full pat-down every time he walks anywhere near our pantry?

Instead, I told Cooper his days with the Valentine's candy are numbered, but I'm imaging it will be only a matter of time until he finds something new.















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