Before I leave with the kids for the video store, Gina has an important conversation with Ana.

"Ana, Mommy's making a special treat! I'm making brownies. Do you like brownies?"

Ana's eyes light up as she contemplates this. "Yeah!" she nods enthusiastically.

"Ok then. So when you see the candy at the video store, you're going to say no! Right? No candy, because Mommy's making a special treat at home."

Ana and Sam in a cardboard box

Ana and Sam in a cardboard box

Ana seems to understand, and waves no with her finger. Gina reviews with her. "So when you see the candy, what do you say?"

"No!" Ana says proudly.

15 minutes later and I'm entering the video store with Sam slung under one arm and Ana holding onto the other. As a prepared parent, I walk up to the counter and ask for the DVD I'd reserved.

As the clerk processes my order, Ana is standing in front of the candy rack, shaking her head slowly back and forth. "No!" she says to herself. I smile. What a smart kid.

Ana lounging in her baby jogger

Ana lounging in her baby jogger

As I'm punching in my pin number, Ana suddenly lunges for a pack of wine gums and quickly starts unraveling the package. I leap over just in time, Sam swinging precariously from my arm, and intercept. I snatch the wine gums just in time and put them back in the display.

"Ana! Remember what Mommy's making at home? Brownies! Do you like brownies?"

"Mmmmm. Yep." She seems to understand.

"So we don't need any candy." I start to go back to the checkout counter.

Ana on the Oregon Coast

Ana on the Oregon Coast

As I'm punching in my pin number, Ana suddenly lunges for a pack of wine gums and quickly starts unraveling the package. I leap over just in time, Sam swinging precariously from my arm, and intercept. I snatch the wine gums just in time and put them back in the display.

"Ana! Remember what Mommy's making at home? Brownies! Do you like brownies?"

"Mmmmm. Yep." She seems to understand.

"So we don't need any candy." I start to go back to the checkout counter.

Ana takes a peanut butter break with friends

Ana takes a peanut butter break with friends

The wine gums are flying through the air. 1, 2, 3 of them. My eyes are wide, my face contorted. Yellow, yellow, and black. They fall, fall, fall. Onto the ground.

Ana has one in her mouth a millisecond after it touches the floor.

I pick up the other ones and put them in my pocket. I walk sheepishly over to the checkout with the half-empty wine gum package. Another parent outwitted by his child. I hand the clerk my bank card again.

Ana holds her hand out to me, syrupy lips dripping. "More?"