Being a Big Sister

I like to make people happy, in general. So when my Little asked me for candy, I asked her what type. She replied "Bottlecaps." Now, for those of you who don't know, though hopefully you do because your life simply cannot be complete without this knowledge, Bottlecaps are amazing. They're a candy the consistency of Tylenol, but they taste like soda. I know, it sounds like a bad combination. But it's not. Trust me. I'd brought her Bottlecaps before. They were in a Wonka mix, which contained Bottlecaps, Nerds, Laffy Taffy, etc. We'd eaten through the mix, but I figured I could go buy her some more. So when I went to get my car's oil changed at Walmart, I figured I would pick some up. Walmart has an entire section devoted to candy. No Bottlecaps could be found. Wonka mixes could be found, but they did not contain the asked-for Bottlecaps. No problem. The next day I went to Target. None there either. The gas station was similarly Bottlecapless. Not sure where else to look, I decided I was a failure. Not because I couldn't find them, but because I had promised I would get them for my Little. I had only been her Big for a few weeks. If I began disappointing her at this point, she might never begin to trust me. So I bought a mix, to temporarily distract her from the missing Bottlecaps. And decided I would devote my time to finding these ever-elusive candies. So as I went on vacation to our nation's great capitol, I was on the lookout. None could be found on the east coast either. Finally, at a Cracker Barrel in Tennessee, I found some. And promptly bought a horrendous amount. And it was so worth it. When I came to visit her today, she ran up to hug me, and then she looked at me and asked, "Candy?" And I replied by handing her a package. And she smiled at me. I love it when little kids smile. . . .