The St. Valentine's Day Eclair Massacre
Valentine's Day. Not really the holiday a teenager wants to spend with his mother. With classes, the gym, and baseball, I don't see a whole lot of my youngest kid, Avery, so when I do see him--in the car--I decided to treat him to a delicious eclair. As far as I can recall, I've never bought eclairs before--and after today, I may never purchase those cream-filled dessert again. We're driving along a two lane street. and the teen reaches into the back and grabs the plastic container with three eclairs, asking if he can have one. I tell him sure, go ahead. "Grab me one too," I tell him. He tears through the label that stands between us and a sugar rush and fumbles with the whole thing, narrowly evading three eclairs on the weather proof mats of the front seat. "For the love of Cupid! Be careful!" I tell him. "You do it," he says once we reach a red light. Mama to the rescue. This kid is nineteen, we're in the car, and I'm still