{"id":252,"date":"2010-05-13T14:46:00","date_gmt":"2010-05-13T14:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/permissiontolive\/2010\/05\/the-drama-of-jelly-beans\/"},"modified":"2010-05-13T14:46:00","modified_gmt":"2010-05-13T14:46:00","slug":"the-drama-of-jelly-beans","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/permissiontolive\/2010\/05\/the-drama-of-jelly-beans.html","title":{"rendered":"The Drama of Jelly beans"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>
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My kids love candy. The only candy I keep around the house, is Jelly beans. They are brightly colored, pretty un-messy, and they last forever. They are a nice way to reward good behavior, or just make a bright spot in a sad day. I even enjoy them myself (particularly the black ones).<\/p>\n

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The rule has always been, that you get to pick your own jelly bean, and that you may only have one. Ms. Action has never had any issues with this. One jelly bean is good enough for her. Usually she picks pink because it is her favorite color, if she grabs more than one on accident, she puts the extras back. If she takes to long to pick out the inevitably pink jelly bean, all I have to do is say that I need to put the tin away now, and she will pick one out right away. <\/div>\n
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Ms. Drama is a whole other story. Maybe it\u2019s because she is two. Maybe it\u2019s because she is the middle child. Maybe it\u2019s because she has such a dramatic personality. Regardless of the cause, she has a knack for turning most of the little scenes in life into a full blown Broadway musical.<\/div>\n
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Jelly bean time for Ms. Drama involves a\u00a0 long thoughtful process of picking up one after another, commenting on it\u2019s color and putting it back in the tin. There is no hurrying this selection, if you attempt to put away the candy, mayhem will ensue. <\/div>\n
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Usually there is some attempt to smuggle several jelly beans into her other hand. Once reminded of the \u201cone jelly bean rule\u201d, she will put them back, but you have to watch closely, because she may try it again. <\/div>\n
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This week, she added a new dimension to her jelly bean selection. She wants to change her mind.<\/em><\/div>\n
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Now, this doesn\u2019t sound so bad, except it already takes her a good 5 minutes to discern which color jelly bean she wants. And the longer I stand there holding the tin waiting for her to make up her mind, the bigger chance Ms.Action (whose internal clock runs much faster than the average person\u2019s) will come to the conclusion that this must be a second round of jelly beans, and decide that she wants another one herself. <\/div>\n
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So when\u00a0Ms. Drama\u00a0began tasting each jelly bean and then putting them back in the tin to select a different (and presumably better tasting) jelly bean in its place, I put my foot down. <\/div>\n
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\u201cNope, that\u2019s the yummy jelly bean you picked, eat that one\u201d She stared. \u201cNo lellow, I want other one!\u201d <\/em>I put the tin away and replied \u201cI\u2019m sorry, yellow is the one you picked, you can have another one next time.\u201d Silence.<\/div>\n
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With a shriek Ms. Drama threw her soggy jelly bean on the floor. If she couldn\u2019t have the exact color she wanted, she didn\u2019t want any jelly bean at all. Trying to ignore her,\u00a0I went about my business cleaning the kitchen. \u201cOther jelly bean!\u201d She stomped after me protesting. When that got no response from me, she ran over to the abandoned jelly bean on the floor and came back to me screaming \u201cNo jelly bean! NO JELLY BEAN!\u201d Then she threw it on the floor again. This pattern continued for several minutes, she would try to convince me that she needed a new jelly bean, and when I replied that she already had a jelly bean and that if\u00a0she didn\u2019t like that one she could throw it in the garbage can,\u00a0she would throw the rejected jelly bean on the floor in protest.<\/div>\n
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Finally, as she threw it on the floor for the 10th time, I did the unthinkable, I picked up the yellow candy and popped it into my own mouth. \u201cYum! This is a good jelly bean!\u201d<\/div>\n
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Stunned Ms. Drama took in\u00a0a breath. \u201cMy jelly bean! MINE!\u201d <\/em>Throwing herself on the floor she screamed and screamed. I felt bad about not giving in. I mean, I know how frustrating it can be when the colors of candy aren\u2019t just\u00a0 right<\/a>, but I knew that this scenario would replay itself over and over every time we had jelly beans. So I told her I was sad that she didn\u2019t want her jelly bean this time, but maybe she would eat her jelly bean next time. This did not appease her in the least, and for the next 20 minutes I was asking myself why we even have <\/em>jelly beans.\u00a0But eventually she was distracted from her loss\u00a0and\u00a0read some books with the rest of us.<\/div>\n
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Today at\u00a0candy time I was holding my breath. Would\u00a0the whole thing replay itself?\u00a0Would\u00a0we be outlawing jelly beans by the end of this week? The usual selection process went\u00a0rather smoothly, and after\u00a0Ms. Drama\u00a0tasted\u00a0a pink jelly bean, I\u00a0closed the tin and put it away. Instant outrage! \u201cNo pink one! I need other one!\u201d <\/em>The jelly bean hit the floor. Only this time, when she picked it up and followed me around with it, I stopped what I was doing and knelt down by her and said \u201cOh you have a jelly bean for Mama?\u201d and opened my mouth wide so she could put it in.<\/div>\n
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She jumped back! \u201cNo Mama\u2019s candy! MY candy!\u201d <\/em>She replied. And after looking\u00a0over the offending pink jelly bean in her hand, she popped it in her mouth and ran away.<\/div>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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