Rewards Gone Wrong.

Eh. In attempt to reign in the food budget from February's Fast Food Frenzy, we've been digging in the freezer and forcing ourselves to eat what we have. Obvious of course, but the pickin's are slim. Just gagged my way through a leftover Winter White Bean Soup, complete with mustard greens which was about as Irish as it got around here today. As a reward to myself, I ate the rest of Twin A's potty training M&M stash. Then he went potty and wanted M&Ms. As I used my tongue to get chocolate unstuck from between my teeth, I told him they were all gone, that Daddy must have eaten them. Or maybe it was the cat. He melted down. A few melted in my clentched hands. He totally freaked out. While he flailed on the floor, I ate the ones in my hands all at once. Full blown tantrum follows. I calm him down and told him that the M&Ms are actually playing hide & seek today and that I think I saw some go under the couch cushions.