As I was doing some work on the laptop this morning, I got some fun news that the whole family was excited about. Not trying to be evasive, just can’t talk about it quite yet. But we all whooped and hollered a little bit. Naturally, one of the kids took the moment as an opportunity to get himself a treat, and brought a package of orange cream twizzlers out of the pantry. They were purchased as a camping snack that we indeed did not have the chance to enjoy at camp. So I said yes and we cracked into the bag. Everyone got one, including the one year old who was standing next to my chair, a tight grip on my crossed leg. Everyone ate their treat and we chatted for a bit until everyone moved along.
Once the hubbub died down, I moved around myself and realized that my ankles were SO STICKY. And for that, I blame Munchie, for the eager way in which they consumed the treat, and the sticky mess they left behind. On my ankles. Like a weirdo.
Not sure I’ve ever had sticky ankles before but if there were ever to be a reason to have them, this would be the one!