Smartie pants

At church I was handed a reminder for enrichment and taped to it was a roll of Smarties. Naomi peeled the candy off immediately and handed me the paper (may I interject with an "I don' t blame her"- they are a great candy). Anyway, the cute part was that she gave one to each brother first and ate all of them except for two. I thought they were reserved for say, MOM and DAD, but she held them up and asserted they were for her friends. Can you picture her walking into a nursery class of eight kids with only two Smarties? Yikes. I tried to persuade her otherwise but she was insistent that these were reserved for her favorite friends. This was at the beginning of church, however, and as time went on I noticed that her hands were empty. I thought nothing of it, but when I looked again, there were the Smarties- a little less crisp than before. I asked, "Did you put those in your mouth and spit them back out?" Her answer: "uh-huh, these are so yicious (delicious)." Again, who can blame her?