SO, this is the conversation wesley had with the mister yesterday after dinner....the mister: what do you want for a sweet?
wesley: candy!
the mister: here you go.
wesley (with his arms raised holding the bite-sized sweet): SUGAR!
the mister: uh, yep. that's sugar.
wesley: SUGAR! I NEED SUGAR! I NEED SUGAR! (running away with the candy....)
hmmmmm. i really don't think that's a good sign.
