Candy and Control

Oy. We’re definitely moving a bit out of the honeymoon period. This afternoon we were at CVS so I could get some fun New Year’s hair dye, make-up and nail polish. E knew we were going and had his money with him. He went shopping on his own while I browsed. When I saw him again, he’d bought two boxes (movie-theater size) of candy–they were buy-one-get-one-free. Ok, fine. More shopping, and I heard the cashier tell him that all the Christmas candy was 50% off. Thanks, lady. So he buys more candy–a bunch more candy. He finds me in the hair dye aisle with his bag of loot, and I tell him that the candy stays in the kitchen when we get home.
He does not like this. He asks why, and I explain that he doesn’t need to be eating candy all the time. He replies that he doesn’t. Ok, fine, I’ll re-phrase. You may not eat candy whenever you want to. He argues that HE bought it. Fine. It’s yours, but I still get to say when you can eat it, and it will stay in the kitchen, not your bedroom. He comes back with some retort, to which I reply (and not very sharply, actually), “Watch the attitude.” He asks, “What attitude?” and I just give him a little look and go back to shopping. He wanders off to another aisle, and hasn’t said a word to me since. We got home, candy got deposited on the counter, and he holed himself up in his room. I heard him dunking on his new over-the-door hoop, so I think that probably helped, but he just came out for something and barely glanced at me. He hasn’t eaten lunch, either–I figure he’ll come out if he’s hungry. Sigh.