Italian Stallions

They're so irresistable, they really are.
Today in the office, Big Boss (the littlest of them all) and son dropped by, and son, with his keen five-year-old eyes, immediately spotted the open bag of Mint Milanos and little dish of Starbursts and dug in.

Big Boss tried to stop him from taking the Starbursts, but he had already touched it so he couldn't put it back (it was grape anyway, which no one else wanted), so he got to keep it in his pocket. That clever child. And they each took one Mint Milano apiece. "Mm, these are so good." She exclaimed. "I know, that's why we opened them." (See, in the office, it's customary to wait a day or two when we find random food lying around, because it's probably meant for some student group meeting, but with Milanos, you can't wait for people to reclaim them, you've just got ot pounce.)

Minutes later, Son was going for his third (fourth?) piece of Milanos and Big Boss tried to stop him, firmly asking him to take his hands out of the bag, and reminding him that they were going home soon to have their own snacks. That almost worked- until he said, "But mommy, they taste so good!" "Iknow, but I need you to stop eating them," she said, but then, seconds later, added, "no, you're right. I can't argue with that. They are really good, aren't they? We'll each have one more piece."

Effective parenting: 0
Education Department (where Son's father teaches): 0
Pepperidge Farm: 1