Here's a vinetage piece from March 17, 2011
Cheetos Never Prosper
Given that my other children were sitting in a circle playing with a wind up chicken and giggling madly or taking turns running up and down the front steps to the entrance, I agreed this would be an infinitely quieter place for him to work but a little red flag went up in my brain. Five minutes later, when I'd calmed the sillies and settled the baby, I checked on my studious one. He was standing in front of the vending machines. I couldn't quite see what he was doing but I had a pretty good guess. "Don't buy anything." I told him. I didn't want a mutiny of children demanding their own snacks and they'd already had a snack after school before we started this errand.
"I'm not. I'm just looking." He answered and went back to his books.
Now normally, I know that just looking probably means he already put in his money and the item on E-14 got stuck and he is now trying to shake said machine into dropping its junkie goodness into the hatch for his enjoyment, but I was distracted. My almost nine year old daughter had taken the SLEEPING baby out of her car seat and now was sitting next to several shiny sports trophies tastefully displayed out in the open. She had one hand holding the baby and the other hand hovering around the beautiful satin red mast like area of a gymnastics trophy. "Don't touch those!" I barked. She jumped and my heart did a somersault as the gilded gymnast teetered for a few seconds but then nailed her landing and remained stationary. I put my hand out like my daughter's. "You weren't going to touch the trophy. You were just going to rest your hand an inch from the trophy to pick up its trophy vibes?" I asked while taking the baby from her to put back in the car seat.
It was time to go to the meeting. I summoned everyone, but my son lagged behind. I thought it was that he needed to gather his things, but he was walking with his books positioned in an awkward way. Half way to the classroom, I spied one of my daughters playing with the custodian's three foot wide push broom. Startled, I barked, "Stop playing with that broom." "I'm not playing, I'm sweeping." she explained and continued to play. "Put that back away." I ordered. "I'm helping the janitor." she explained. "Did he ask you to help?" "No." "Then put it back where you found it." When we got to the room for the briefing from the coach, I seated everyone in the back. It was then that I saw it.
On the desk next to my son was a large bag of Cheetos. "Did you buy that?" I asked.
"No Mom, I traded for it at school."
Now I make this kid's lunch. I know I fixed him a fruit cup, chicken sandwich and a cheese stick. No child on planet Earth would trade a large bag of chips for a fruit cup, chicken sandwich or a cheese stick.
For that matter, no child would trade a bag of junk food for a fruit cup, chicken sandwich AND a cheese stick even if being filmed for a healthy eating type commercial. "Come on Buddy, you bought that. You went out to the car, got your money and bought that downstairs."
"I didn't. I don't even like Cheetos really." His eyes betrayed his own cheesy crunchy lust but he was still stuck in kid logic which is, if I deny it and Mom doesn't prove it, it's still technically reality even if it isn't actually true. So I fixed my eyes on his. "So you traded your lunch for a bag of chips you don't like?"
He looked at the floor and hoped I would find it just as compelling. "I'll share it with the toddlers. It will keep them calm." he bargained. They immediately swarmed to his position.
"Last chance." I flared and he gave me the tiniest of nods before immediately opening the bag and sharing it with all of his siblings. "How did you know?" he asked.
"I just do." I explained, leaving him to wonder what else I know that he doesn't think I know.
I've got to think God has a lot of laughs like this when we fall off track and try to explain our reasoning to exonerate ourselves from our own choices. Me: "I'm sure it's okay even though... I'll just have my hand hovering over this apple, but I'm not going to really taste it.....I was just helping....myself....I don't even like apples!"
God: "You do know I'm All Knowing. Right?"