The night before Halloween, I really wasn't thinking. Will scheduled a class, a "Tasting Session." Before I knew it, he had his siblings, one by one, behind closed doors.
Classes are not new to Will. Periodically, a sign-up sheet will appear on a refrigerator or bulletin board, with attention-grabbers like: "Learn to speak Natonian" or "Experience the Symphony of Smells."
When it came my turn for the "Halloween Tasting Session," I wore the designated blind-fold, and began. The first taste was familiar: a vanilla wafer. The second was most certainly a hit: a handful of chocolate chips. The third was a peanut butter cup, and the fourth was his own chocolate creation. (Recipe: melt chocolate chips, pour them into a homemade foil mold, add lots of turbino sugar.)
I walked out and immediately understood why John was bouncing off the walls, well past his bedtime, on a chocolate high the night before Halloween. Not ideal planning.
Will charted our results. Jeff and I were congratulated on our perfect scores. (A planned distraction from the massive chocolate consumption?)
So everyone wins: Will is the hero, his siblings got sugar infusions, and his parents let it all go, graciously drowning in praise.
YIKES ! Congratulations to Will for his clever chocolate finale and to his parents for recognizing such "good" taste. s
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