When Noah was last with his little blonde-haired cute-as-an-English button cousin Amelia, Uncle Eric took them to the corner-shop in England and purchased all the essentials for some rice crispy treat making fun. Rice crispies, smarties, marshmallows, and butter.
I sat over at the kitchen table, watching the fun unfold, trying not to butt into Uncle Eric time. Noah and Amelia had become best pals in our short time across the pond, and they were convinced that this task was the perfect activity for a perfect day of awesomeness.
The three of them carefully measured the ingredients, melted the mixture, and stirred the sugary goo in with the rice Crispies.
“Don’t eat the rice crispy treats yet!” I heard Uncle Eric say. Then he turned his back.
And they ate some of the rice crispy treats.
“Don’t eat them yet!” he said as he spun back around and noticed their chomping little mouths. We’ve gotta moosh them into the pan and let them get hard.
Then he went to find a good mooshing spoon.
And they ate some more of the rice crispy treats. Giggling at each other as they did.
“HEY! I said not to eat the rice crispy treats!” Eric boomed in a goofy voice.
“We won’t eat any more!”
“Yeah, we won’t eat any more!”
Once again, Eric turned to do something else. Once again two little hands bolted to the bowl and came away with mouth-sized globs of sticky wonder.
“THAT’S IT!” Eric said, scooping them both up and pretending to pile drive them into the ground.
I couldn’t help but laugh, and neither could my brother. We knew very well from our own growing-up that it is absolutely impossible not to sneak some of the rice crispy treats before they’re ready.
He set the kids back down. Noah started reaching for more. Eric pulled his arm back and Noah lunged forward with super-human strength for another bite. Amelia quickly followed suit.
“STOP IT! STOP IT!” Eric was ready to start swinging elbows if needed.
The two kiddos finally stopped long enough for Eric to properly shape the batch. They all put Smarties on top, and waited with breath held for them to harden so that they could be eaten legally.
And then, we all went to town.