Last night, Angel #2 decided to make peanut butter fudge. She's got the same fudge making skills as her mother because her turned out just like mine always did. Once she got it pried out of the pan, she started chipping away at it with a knife. We're using the crumbs as ice cream topping. I tried whapping it on the side of the counter to break it up, but it didn't even make a dent. The few times I've made fudge, it's always turned out hard and nasty too. Guess candy making isn't our forte'. I had a friend who loved making candy. She's make things like peanut brittle and chocolate covered cherries and they were just awesome. I suppose some people just have the candy-making gene and others don't.
WE loses his shoes all the time. Saturday he lost his flip-flops when he was trying to stay away from the guy beating up the druggie on the beach when they were camping (long, weird story). Sunday when we went to church, he couldn't find his tennis shoes and his flip-flops were still at the beach (maybe the druggie is wearing them) so he stole Angel #2's flip-flops and wore those. Now, he's done this before and never puts the other person's stolen shoes back where he found them. Since it's usually #2's shoes he steals because she's very scrupulous about always putting them in the same place so she can find them (as can someone who wants to swipe an easily accessible pair of shoes in a hurry, #2 gets pretty mad about it. Last time he did it, we told him he'd be kicked off the computer for a week if it happened again - so that's what happened Sunday. We told him the only way his sentence could be lightened up is if #2 did the lightening. Yesterday, he asked his sister what he could do to get his computer time back. They all have to work a half hour in the yard before they can turn on a computer and he'd just finished his 30 minutes. #2 asked how much time she had left and it was about 15 minutes - and she looked pointedly at WE, then at the rake, then at WE again. But then she changed her mind, deciding that yard work is good exercise and she needs the exercise. So, WE's punishment was to WATCH #2 do her yard work. He sat there on a rock wall, watching his sister pull at weeds and renegade vines. When her time was up, they both bounced off into the house, him to play WoW and her to make rock-hard fudge. It didn't seem like much of a punishment to me, but it worked for both of them and I guess that's all that really matters. But I think if he steals her shoes again, she won't let him off so lightly.