Tuesday, December 11, 2007

As addict is born (Round 3)

This evening I stole a few moments of computer time while waiting for the water to boil for pasta the blue box crap. My Google Reader count has reached above 100 in recent days because of the pressures involved with "celebrating" the Christmas season with four children. But that's a complaint for another blog.

As I was reading, I felt a familiar tug and looked down to find Clara pulling up on the keyboard tray. Her mouth was ringed with a mysterious crusty brown substance. Flashing back to recent incidents my heart started beating double-time. But, before I could even begin to initiate a search she lifted a white salt-shaker like cylinder to her mouth and took a swig. "Cinnamon-Sugar" the label said on the shaker. I had left the pantry door open and Clara was doing shots of cinnamon-sugar from the spice rack in the door.

It's too bad she didn't reach for something like ginger or curry. She would have been cured of her spice rack fascination for good. But no, with an uncanny aptitude for sensing out sweets, she found the one bottle that will that will, no doubt, keep me chasing her out of the pantry for years to come.

5 comments:

Epiphany Alone said...

Alright a point for that. I wouldn't, but after the snowglobe incident haven't you put that little on a leash? ;)

karen said...

Sister K and I used to melt butter onto pieces of toast and then put enough cinnamon sugar on top that we could see depth in the melting goo. MMMMMM...your post has now made me crave cinnamon sugar toast! I don't think I've made it in 20 years.

Chaotic Joy said...

Yep Karen, Cinnamon Toast, that's what we use our sugar shaker for, or at least we did, until Clara added her spit to the mix.

Spice Girl said...

Cinnamon-sugar paste? Now you can just spread it right on!

Chaotic Joy said...

@Ginger-EWWWW