Candy

As Brody put his Spree-flavored candy cane in a plastic bag tonight to save the rest for tomorrow, he walked past me to go upstairs to bed and said "Well, try not to eat it."  After 8 years of having his mom eat his candy, that's the lesson he's learned.  He doesn't cry or get mad.  He just speaks directly: "try not to eat it."  I'm going to try really hard this time.