Today was field trip day at Aaron’s camp.  Although I have no idea where they went, I know they sold candy.  His camp counselor let him buy way, way too much candy.  He came home with about half of it in his stomach and I’m holding the rest of it somewhere he cannot find.  Still, when he came home he became a blur.  Every object in his apartment and mine became of interest in him.  He pick up a number of expensive artifacts and then dropped each of them almost immediately in favor of another.  He’s already broken a glass vase that took an hour to clean up.  I then proceeded to follow him around, since sitting him down had been unsuccessful.

He is now finally calming down, but I have never seen a kid on a sugar high so extreme.  It must be that his mother does not allow candy.  Figures that he should choose to torment me.