It's All Relative

Where Did All the M&M's Go?

Yesterday at work, there was this Junior Tennis meeting for all these moms whose kids are part of this elite tennis team. One of these mother's showed up along with her red-headed, freckle-faced chubby 4 year-old son. I was up at the front desk doing something on one of the computers and I overheard the mother say this to her son,

"You can't go in with me. This lady will keep an eye on you."

What? Are you talking about me? Because if you are, don't even think I am going to baby-sit your child while I am doing very important things like making mailing labels and putting check stubs in numerical order.

I sound like a brat, but it wasn't the baby-sitting part that got to me, it was the fact that this woman just assumed I would watch him for 2 hours. She didn't even ask. She just left him in the lobby, on this big blue chair, next to the M&M dispenser - the M&M dispenser that is now EMPTY.

That kid figured out the M&M dispenser faster than you could believe. Every 2 minutes I would hear the stupid thing pouring out piles and piles of M&M's that this little boy would then gobble up. He was trying to be so coy about it too. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, checking to see if I could hear him pulling on the plastic tennis racquet that unleashed the seemingly endless flow of M&M's. I know he is 4 years old, but I couldn't help but think,

"Dude, I know you are eating all the M&M's over there. It's not like I can't see you or hear you slobbering them up. Seriously."

Thoughts like that make me seriously question if I am deemed fit to have children.

Anyways, long story short, the kid totally cleaned out our M&M dispenser. Like literally ate every last M&M in the building. Really though, what was I supposed to do? It wasn't my child and I wasn't about to go over there and take the M&M dispenser away. That could have been awkward.