When I was a little girl I took ballet lessons, and right across the street from ballet was a candy store. One day, after ballet, my mom took me to the candy store. I can’t remember what all I got, but I do remember the candy necklace. She told me to put it in my dresser drawer and NOT to tell my little brother about it.

The next day I went to school, came home, and went straight to the hiding place of my candy necklace. What was there? The necklace string and ONE PIECE OF CANDY! I ran to my mom with my candy necklace in my hand and the next thing you know, my little brother is claiming that she told him that he could have ALL BUT ONE PIECE, and she’s saying that she told him he could have JUST ONE PIECE.

Oh the drama.

This weekend he redeemed himself and gave me a candy bracelet, A FULL CANDY BRACELET. WITH A CHARM TOO! Okay, so it’s not a necklace, but I’ll take it. It’s only taken him 30-some years to pay up.

My daughter found the candy bracelet sitting next to my computer and she was all FINDERS KEEPERS! IT’S MINE!! I had to snatch it from her hands because she obviously did not know the Candy Necklace Story. After I told her, she began negotiations with me to share the candy bracelet. SHARE IT? Oh no way my dear. Did you not listen to the story of how I shared the necklace?  I sent my brother a text message to let him know about about negotiations and he replied that he’d give her one on Monday.

She was fine with that, but added, “Mom, if it’s accidentally a candy necklace, you can have it.” She's such a sweetheart.