When You've Got An Itch

Yesterday I noticed that Tell had a blue Peep from his Easter basket in his hand. Knowing that he had already consumed two I directed him to put it on the island, telling him that he had already had plenty. Having been distracted by something else for a minute, I looked back to see my little imp slowly scraping the inside of his mouth with the marshmallow. "Tell! I said no more candy. Put it on the island now." As usual, he was ready with his justification. "But Mama, I not eathin it, I jeth scratchin the inthide of my mouth."