So Reilly borrowed one of my travel bags for his trip. I had missed a pocket when I last unpacked, and he removed the contents. I have to say, for a kid with a sweet tooth, his discovery looked pretty exciting at first glance. He fumbled around a bit and I think realized they did not feel edible so he consulted me. “Mom, what are these?”, “They are Mommy things.” “What kind of Mommy things?” “Mommy things that I would like to tell you about, but we will have to talk about another time.” “Actually, I don’t think I want to know.”
With that last response, I’m thinking that he read more in his book that I shared with him a few months back.