I almost lost my mommy license for this one....

First things first... a bit of explanation, with a little pinch of self-defense, in an effort to plead my case:

I do not own a sweet tooth.  I was not born with one, have not found one, nor have I developed one in my many years of tooth ownership.  I do however own plenty of salty, crunchy, chip loving teeth...

but no sweet tooth.

With that stated upfront, I think it may help explain why I forget about all the sticky, sweet, fruity, gooey, yumminess available in this wonderful world of ours.

So imagine Ty's surprise when I took him to the ChickFilA Pumpkin Patch Extravaganza a few weeks ago... and he is handed Cotton Candy!

Ty, at 7 years of age, did not know what it was!

GASP!!!!

There!  I own it!  My poor son looked at the Cotton Candy and gave me a questioning look of.... 'what. have. you. been. keeping. from. me.?"

I reassured him that it indeed was edible.

So he sampled it, grinned from ear to ear, and proceeded to say, "how long has this been invented?"

I really considered lying to him, yep, I really, really, considered telling a big fat fib.

How does a mom tell her son that Cotton Candy has been around since the ice ages?... or at least since I was a little girl... which to him WAS the ice ages.

He finally stopped giving me accusatory stares when I stood in line to get another cotton candy, under the premise it was for me, knowing that I would give it to him...

Then, and only then, was I forgiven for my monumental oversight!

Ty keeps calling it Cotton Candy Candy Clouds... isn't that cute?!