"Uh-Oh, It's UCK!"

I hear "Uh-oh" and "Uck" a lot.  As in multiple times a day.  As in multiple times an hour.  As in over and over and over and over and over.

Thanksgiving morning, Reilly and I were up first and we decided to tackle the chewy pumpkin caramel bars.  Part 1 of the process is unwrapping all the caramels.  Not a task I love.  Reilly enjoyed it though.  We had many "extra" caramels that couldn't be used since the nimble hands of a two year old dropped quite a few. 

He also sampled some.  Ok, he sampled a lot.  Sometimes sampling meant licking them and then putting them down.  Sometimes sampling meant taking an itty-bitty bit.  Sometimes sampling meant putting the whole caramel in his mouth.  (This kind of sampling meant I had to stick my fingers in after the whole caramel and take part out.)

We were nearing the end of our unwrapping task, and he had taken yet another bit of the caramel.  For some reason, he decided this bite was not worthy of traveling to his stomach.  I don't know why.

As he does when he doesn't like the taste, texture or temperature of something, he politely grabbed my hand, opened my palm and placed it under his mouth.  He then opened his mouth and tried to let the caramel fall into my hand.  This is how it works.  I catch it, we discreetly throw it away and we move on.  Only this time, it didn't.  It stayed and he wasn't happy.

As he was leaning over my hand, trying to let the caramel fall into my palm, he kept saying, "UH-OH, UCK, UH-OH, UCK."  As I was trying to hold back from laughing, and his finger was trying to pry the caramel off of his teeth, I am sure we were quite a sight.  He struggled for about 45 seconds before I couldn't hold it in any longer, I started laughing, he started crying and I told him to just swallow, which he finally did.  All the while, he's still saying, "UH-OH, UCK!" 

I'm not sure you know how much I love that silly boy of mine.