Hanna noticed two mints in my purse last night on the way to swimming lessons. Funny how I can’t find my gloves, box of Kleenex, condoms, or tire iron in there amongst the rubble but a kid and her candy, there’s a connection I simply can’t explain.

I’m still unsure if they were mints or fruit flavoured candies. They came with our bill at a restaurant and they were individually wrapped, tri-coloured; red, green and white.  The candies supplied to all family restaurants. I tossed them into the bag thinking the next time I saw them would be when I emptied the purse during my annual purging or the bag developed a small hole and the mints fell into my folded up pant leg on the school playground, whichever came first, both scenarios possible.

My kids can’t eat candy without savouring every sensorial treasure including the way it looks, before texture and finally taste.

Hanna: Ellie, the white part is for those soft, cuddly kittens on the Royale toilet paper commercials. Do you know them Mommy?

 If only they knew I spent the better part of my childhood campaigning to adopt one of those adorable little gems but was told they were cat actors and lived on the road.

Ellie: Green is for trees and plants.

Hanna: Did you know the trees give us oxygen so we can breathe?

Hanna:  Red is for….

Ellie: Red is for hearts and love Hanna!”

Hanna: No Ellie, red is for Jesus’ blood. He died Ellie and there was blood everywhere.

Awesome. Grade two learns about Easter, let the night terrors begin.