The sugar bakes right on the dough for stickability and sticks right on our fingers for lickability. It was a sweet time.
I'm afraid the above scene was the lone sweetness in a day turned sour by a mood with which I woke up. Speaking of sticky, I just couldn't shake this one.
I sent Seth to his room finally after he threw a rock that hit Lucy's face. I left him in there even after he professed readiness to "say sorry" (usually a sure ticket "out"). I just wanted some remorse from this little man who has, as far as my mood today was concerned, gone too far with the sibling abuse. Although remorse, I believe, isn't even an emotion a 3-year-old can comprehend, let alone feel and act upon. I held out until I heard under the door, "I NEED to get out of here! I want to say sorry for throwing a rock at Lucy." In his voice, it sounded as if he really did NEED to do this. I opened the door, knelt down and he fell into my arms. We both cried a bit.
Why turn a perfectly sweet spring day sour? No reason. Like Seth, after a day like this Monday I NEED to get out of here (this mood) and say sorry...to MY sweets.