candy. corn. candy corn.

Fox’s life is at that age.

You know the age.

The age of firsts.

Firsts that just pile up and up.

First Christmas. All Disney-ed out and Mickey Moused.

First sand eating experience.  All gritty and crunchy.

First birthday.  All chocolate and cake-y.

First self-discovery.  All hilarious and revealing.

And now he has a new first, thanks to Oma.

First time eating candy corn.

He waltzed around the house, holding his very own tiny bag.

Tossing back those orange and yellow white-tipped wonders like they were candy.

Which they were.

He was so cute – consuming copious amounts of dyed sugar.

It wasn’t until later that I discovered the equally copious amounts of tiny sticky orange dyed goo on our floors that must have dribbled down his chin as he wandered aimlessly.

Oh well.

Welcome to the best candy in October son.